'He puts their spoils and the three heads in his chariot with him, and said: "I will not leave my triumph," said he, "till I reach Emain Macha." 'then they set out with his triumph.
'Then Cuchulainn said to the charioteer: "You promised us a good run," said he, "and we need it now because of the strife and the pursuit that is behind us." They go on to Sliab Fuait; and such was the speed of the run that they made over Breg after the spurring of the charioteer, that the horses of the chariot overtook the wind and the birds in flight, and that Cuchulainn caught the throw that he sent from his sling before it reached the ground.
'When they reached Sliab Fuait, they found a herd of wild deer there before them.
'"What are those cattle yonder so active?" said Cuchulainn.
'"Wild deer," said the charioteer.
'"Which would the Ulstermen think best," said Cuchulainn, "to bring them dead or alive?"
'"It is more wonderful alive," said the charioteer; "it is not every one who can do it so. Dead, there is not one of them who cannot do it. You cannot do this, to carry off any of them alive," said the charioteer.
'"I can indeed," said Cuchulainn. "Ply the goad on the horses into the bog."
'The charioteer does this. The horses stick in the bog. Cuchulainn sprang down and seized the deer that was nearest, and that was the finest of them. He lashed the horses through the bog, and overcame the deer at once, and bound it between the two poles of the chariot.
'They saw something again before them, a flock of swans.