Cuchulain Stands the Test
The next day the Red Branch heroes watched Cuchulain to see what he would do. They would not have been surprised if he had failed like the others, who now were present. The champion, however, showed no signs of failing or retreat. He sat sorrowfully in his place waiting for the certain death that must come, and regretting his rashness, but with no thought of breaking his word.
With a sigh he said to King Conor as they waited: “Do not leave this place till all is over. Death is coming to me very surely, but I must fulfil my agreement, for I would rather die than break my word.”
Towards the close of day Uath strode into the hall exultant.
“Where is Cuchulain?” he cried.
“Here I am,” was the reply.
“Ah, poor boy! your speech is sad to-night, and the fear of death lies heavy on you; but at least you have redeemed your word and have not failed me.”
The youth rose from his seat and went towards Uath, as he stood with the great axe ready, and knelt to receive the blow.