'"I will not carry it," said he.
'Then he throws the burden to him; he throws it from him; they wrestle; Cuchulainn was overthrown. I heard something, the Badb from the corpses: "Ill the stuff of a hero that is under the feet of a phantom." Then Cuchulainn rose against him, and strikes his head off with his playing-club, and begins to drive his ball before him across the plain.
'"Is my friend Conchobar in this battlefield?"
'He answered him. He goes to him, till he sees him in the trench, and there was the earth round him on every side to hide him.
'"Why have you come into the battlefield," said Conchobar, "that you may swoon there?"
'He lifts him out of the trench then; six of the strong men of
Ulster with us would not have brought him out more bravely.
'"Go before us to the house yonder," said Conchobar; "if a roast pig came to me, I should live."
'"I will go and bring it," said Cuchulainn.
'He goes then, and saw a man at a cooking-hearth in the middle of the wood; one of his two hands had his weapons in it, the other was cooking the pig.
'The hideousness of the man was great; nevertheless he attacked him and took his head and his pig with him. Conchobar ate the pig then.