“Laeg came up and cut Ferdia open and took out the gae bolga.  Cúchulainn saw his weapon crimson, and bloody from Ferdia’s body and he said:

                        ‘Ill met, Ferdia, like this

                        you crimson and pale in my sight,

                        stretched in a bed of blood,
                        and I with my weapon unwiped.

                        When we were beyond the sea,
                        Scáthach’s and Uathach’s pupils,
                        who thought of such pale lips
                        or a weapon-struggle between us?

                                            […..]

                        Misery has befallen us,
                        two foster-sons of Scáthach

                        I, broken and blood red,

                        your chariot standing empty.

                        Misery has befallen us,
                        two foster-sons of Scáthach

                        I, broken and blood raw,
                        and you lying stark dead.

                        Misery has befallen us,
                        two foster-sons of Scáthach
                        - you dead and I alive.
                        Bravery is battle-madness!’" (The Táin, 202).