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TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar nah-Vidhri in the Eleventh Century

"Be not angry," said CUCHULAIN, "if in the future any birds come to the PLAIN OF MURTHEMNE or to THE BOYNE, the two birds that are the most beautiful among those that come shall be thine."

"I am in no way enraged, answered ETHNE, "for I deem it as being by me that the distribution was made. And thou hast done what was fitting," she said, "for there is not one of these woman but loves thee; none in whom thou hast no share; but for myself none hath any share in me except thou alone."

And they seized upon all the birds, and they gave them and distributed them among the women; nor was there any one of the women, except ETHNE alone, who had not a pair of those birds.
Then CUCHULAIN returned to his wife; and "Thou art enraged," said he to her.

"Yoke for us the chariot, o LAEG!" said CUCHULAIN. And LAEG yoked the chariot at that, and CUCHULAIN went into the chariot, and he cast his sword at the birds with a cast like the cast of a boomerang, so that they with their claws and wings flapped against the water.

TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar nah-Uidhri in the Eleventh Century

in order to resemble CUCHULAIN; for he, when his mind was angry within him, was accustomed to draw in the one of his eyes so far that a crane could not reach it in his head, and would thrust out the other so that it was great as a cauldron in which a calf is cooked.

Each of the women who loved CONALL THE VICTORIOUS had assumed a crookedness of gait; each woman who loved CUSCRAID MEND, THE STAMMERER OF MACHA, CONOR'S SON, stammered in her speech; each woman in like manner who loved CUCHULAIN had assumed a blindness of her eyes,

"for it is on thy account that the women of ULAD have assumed one of their three blemishes, even the blemish of blindness." For there were three blemishes that the women of ULAD assumed, that of crookedness of gait, and that of a stammering in their speech, and that of blindness.

And CUCHULAIN made for his sword to unsheathe it against her:
"Cannot the lasses of ULAD find any other but us," he said, "to give them their bird-hunt to-day?" 'Tis not seemly for thee to rage thus against them," said LEBORCHAM,

What are we to do now?" said the women. "Tis easy to answer you," said LEBORCHAM, the daughter of OA and ADARC; "I will go now with a message from you, and will seek for CUCHULAIN." She went to CUCHULAIN, and "THE WOMEN OF ULAD would be well pleased if yonder birds were given to them by thy hand."

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"It is what we all long for," said the women; and "If any should have this boon, I should be the first one to have it," said Ethne Inguba, the wife of Cuchulain.”

TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW
BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar na h-Uidhri in the Eleventh Century

and each of them began to boast of the prowess of her husband at bird-catching. "How I wish," said Ethne Aitencaithrech, Conor's wife, "that I could have two of those birds, one of them upon each of my two shoulders."

Now while they were thus employed a flock of birds came down and hovered over the lake; never was seen in Ireland more beautiful birds than these. And a longing that these birds should be given to them seized upon the women who were there;

"Let us for-the present engage in games of chess; and let the Druids sing, and let the jugglers play their feats;" and it was done as he had said.

"Nay," said Cuchulain, "it shall not be held until Conall and Fergus come," and this he said because Fergus was the foster-father of Cuchulain, and Conall was his comrade. Then said Sencha:

“To that festival then came all the men of Ulster except two alone, and these two were Fergus the son of Rog, and Conall the Victorious. "Let the festival be held!" cried the men of Ulster.

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TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW
BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar na h-Uidhri in the Eleventh Century

nor was this to be wondered at, for at that time it was customary for demon beings to scream from the weapons of men, so that for this cause their weapons might be the more able to guard them.”

And they did this also-

-they laid their swords over their thighs when they declared the strifes, and their own swords used to turn against them when the strife that they declared was false;

Moreover, in order to make more great the numbers of their contests, some used to bring with them the tips of the tongues of beasts, and each man publicly declared the fights he had fought, one man of them after the other.

It was their custom to hold that festival in order to give account of these combats, and the manner in which they gave that account was this: Each man used to cut off the tip of the tongue of a foe whom he had killed, and he bore it with him in a pouch.

“Now once upon a time the men of ULSTER held festival upon the MURTHEMNE PLAIN, and the reason that this festival was held was that every man of them should then give account of the combats he had made and of his valour every Summer-End.

TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW
BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar na h-Uidhri in the Eleventh Century

and it is from that custom of theirs that the Festival of the SAMHAIN has descended, that is now held throughout the whole of Ireland.”