"Let us leave this, now," said Ferdiad.
Then each came to the other and put his hands around the neck of the other and gave him three kisses. And that night one inclosure held their horses and at one fire sat their chariot-drivers. And of every healing herb that was put on Cuchulain's wounds Cuchulain sent an equal share westward across the ford for the wounds of Ferdiad. And of food and drink Ferdiad sent a fair share northward to Cuchulain and his men.
And in the morning they rose up and came to the ford of battle.
"What weapons shall we use to-day?" asked Cuchulain.
"To-day is your choice, for I made the choice yesterday," answered Ferdiad.
"Then let us take our great broad spears, for so by the end of evening shall we be nearer the end of the fight."
From the twilight of the early morning till the fall of evening each cut at and wounded the other, till, were it the custom of birds in their flight to pass through the bodies of men, they might have done so on this day.
"Let us stop from this, now," said Cuchulain, "for our horses and men are tired and down-hearted. Let us put the quarrel away for a while."
So they threw their spears into the hands of their chariot-drivers, and each put his hand around the neck of the other and gave him three kisses. And that night they slept on wounded men's pillows their chariot-drivers had made for them. A full share of every charm and spell used to cure the wounds of Cuchulain was sent to Ferdiad. And of food Ferdiad sent a share.
Again early on the morrow they came to the ford of battle, and there was a dark look on Ferdiad that day.