He stoops down, so that Fergus's chariot went past him thrice.
He asked his charioteer: 'Is it I who have caused it?'
'It is not you at all,' said his charioteer.
'He said,' said Cuchulainn, 'he would not go till he took my head, or till he left his head with me. Which would you think easier to bear, O friend Fergus?' said Cuchulainn.
'I think what has been done the easier truly,' said Fergus, 'for it is he who was insolent.'
Then Fergus put a spancel-withe through Etarcomol's two heels and took him behind his own chariot to the camp. When they went over rocks, one-half would separate from the other; when it was smooth, they came together again.
Medb saw him. 'Not pleasing is that treatment of a tender whelp, O
Fergus,' said Medb.
'The dark churl should not have made fight,' said Fergus, 'against the great Hound whom he could not contend with (?).'
His grave is dug then and his stone planted; his name is written in ogam; his lament is celebrated. Cuchulainn did not molest them that night with his sling; and the women and maidens and half the cattle are taken to him; and provision continued to be brought to him by day.
The Death of Nadcrantail