The Tain Bo Culaigne
The Great Rout on The Plain of Murthemne
The warriors of four of the five grand provinces of Erin pitched camp and
made their station in the place called Breslech Mor ('the Great Rout ') in the
Plain of Murthemne. Their portion of cattle and spoils they sent on before them
to the south to the cow-stalls of Ulster. Cuchulain took station at Ferta ('the
(gravemound') at Lerga ('the Slopes') hard by them.
Cuchulain saw far away in the distance the fiery glitter of the bright-golden
arms over the heads of four of the five grand provinces of Erin, in the setting
of the sun in the clouds of evening. Great anger and rage possessed him at their
sight, because of the multitude of his foes, because of the number of his
Then Cuchulain arose and he grasped his two spears and his shield and his
sword. He shook his shield and brandished his spears and wielded his sword and
sent out the hero's shout from his throat, so that the fiends and goblins and
sprites of the glens and demons of the air gave answer for the fearfulness of
the shout that he lifted on high, until Nemain, which is Badb, brought confusion
on the host. The four provinces of Erin made such a clangour of arms with the
points of their spears and their weapons that an hundred warriors of them fell
dead that night of fright and of heartbreak in the middle of the camp and
As Laeg stood there he descried something: A single man coming from the
north-eastern quarter athwart the camp of the four grand provinces of Erin
making directly for him. "A single man here cometh towards us now, Cucucan,"
cried Laeg. "But what manner of man is he?" Cuchulain asked. "Not hard to say. A
great, well-favoured man, then. Broad, close-shorn hair upon him, and yellow and
curly his back hair. A green mantle wrapped around him. A brooch of white silver
in the mantle over his breast. A kirtle of silk fit for a king, with red
interweaving of ruddy gold he wears trussed up on his fair skin and reaching
down to his knees. A black shield with hard rim of silvered bronze thereon. A
five-barbed spear in his hand. A pronged bye-spear beside it. Marvellous, in
sooth, the feats and the sport and the play that he makes. But him no one heeds,
nor gives he heed to any one. No one shows him courtesy nor does he show
courtesy to any one, like as if none saw him in the camp of the four grand
provinces of Erin."
"In sooth, O fosterling," answered Cuchulain, "it is one of my friends of
fairy kin that comes to take pity upon me, because they know the great distress
wherein I am now all alone against the four grand provinces of Erin on the
Plunder of the Kine of Cualnge." Now in this, Cuchulain spoke truth. When the
young warrior was come up to Cuchulain he bespoke him and condoled with him.
"Sleep then awhile, O Cuchulain," said the young warrior, "thy heavy fit of
sleep by Ferta in Lerga ('the Gravemound on the Slopes') till the end of three
days and three nights and I will oppose the hosts during that time."
Accordingly Cuchulain slept his heavy fit of sleep at 'the Gravemound on the
Slopes' till the end of three days and three nights. And well he might sleep.
Yet as great as was his sleep, even so great was his weariness. For from the
Monday before Samain ('Summer-end') even to the Wednesday after
Spring-beginning, Cuchulain slept not for all that space, except for a brief
snatch after midday, leaning against his spear, and his head on his fist, and
his fist clasping his spear, and his spear on his knee, but hewing and cutting,
slaying and destroying four of the five grand provinces of Erin during that
Then it was that the warrior from Faery laid plants from the fairy-rath and
healing herbs and put a healing charm into the cuts and stabs, into the sores
and gaping wounds of Cuchulain, so that Cuchulain recovered during his sleep
without ever perceiving it.