[FN#25] Pronounced something like Croogh.


"'If Cuchulain would come to me,' Fand thus told,
'How goodly that day would shine!
Then on high would our silver be heaped, and gold,
Our revellers pour the wine.

"'And if now in my land, as my friend, had been
Cuchulain, of Sualtam[FN#26] son,
The things that in visions he late hath seen
In peace would he safe have won.

"'In the Plains of Murthemne, to south that spread,
Shall Liban my word fulfil:
She shall seek him on Samhain, he naught need dread,
By her shall be cured his ill.'"


[FN#26] Pronounced Sooltam.


"Who art thou, then, thyself?" said the men of Ulster. "I am Angus,
the son of Aed Abra," he answered; and the man then left them, nor did
any of them know whence it was he had come, nor whither he went.
Then Cuchulain sat up, and he spoke to them. "Fortunate indeed is
this!" said the men of Ulster; "tell us what it is that hath happened
to thee." "Upon Samhain night last year," he said, "I indeed saw a
vision;" and he told them of all he had seen. "What should now be
done, Father Conor?" said Cuchulain. "This hast thou to do," answered