So he was a week on Ath Grencha, and a man used to fall every day by him in Ath Grencha, i.e. in Ath Darteisc.
The Death of Loch Mac Emonis
Then Loch Mac Emonis was asked like the others, and there was promised to him a piece of the arable land of Mag Ai equal in size to Mag Murthemne, and the equipment of twelve warriors and a chariot worth seven cumals [Note: A measure of value.]; and he did not think combat with a youth worthy. He had a brother, Long Mac Emonis himself. The same price was given to him, both maiden and raiment and chariots and land. He goes to meet Cuchulainn. Cuchulainn slays him, and he was brought dead before his brother, Loch.
This latter said that if he only knew that it was a bearded man who slew him, he would kill him for it.
'Take a battle-force to him,' said Medb to her household, 'across the ford from the west, that you may go-across; and let fair-play be broken on him.'
Then the seven Manes, warriors, go first, so that they saw him on the edge of the ford westward. He puts his feast-dress on that day. It is then that the women kept climbing on the men to look at him.
'I am sorry,' said Medb; 'I cannot see the boy about whom they go there.'
'Your mind will not be the gladder for it,' said Lethrend, Ailill's squire, 'if you could see him.'
He comes to the ford then as he was.
'What man is it yonder, O Fergus?' said Medb.