This is the story of Cuchulainn's Combat with Senbecc, of the red branch of the mythology Irish.
Combat of Cuchulainn with Senbecc
Once Cuchulainn was in his chariot on the bank of the Boyne, and Loeg, the son of Riangabair, was with him. And he was going round the nine heroes on the river, killing Lind Feic's salmon, when they saw a little man in a purple robe, a little bronze boat under him.....on the Boyne, which was not rowing at all. Cuchulainn took it in his hand with his boat. “You’re caught,” said Cuchulainn. “The most likely thing then,” said he [the little man] “is that I give a ransom, namely, my coat and my shirt. They have their virtue, namely, they adapt to any man, whether small or large. This one cannot be drowned or burned as long as they are on him. They don't age, nor does the wearer, and any color you like will be on them. » “They are mine without it,” said Cuchulainn. “Take my shield and my spear, and you cannot be beaten in battle or combat, and you will never be harmed as long as the shield protects you. » “They are all mine,” said Cuchulainn. “They are….. from my fist. » “You are hard on me,” Senbecc said. “What is this little thing with you? » asked Cuchulainn. “A little harp,” said Senbecc, “do you want me to play it for you? » “I would be happy,” said Cuchulainn. Then he passed his fingers over it, so that Cuchulainn shed tears at the melancholy air. Then he played the merry tune, and Cuchulainn laughed without ceasing. He played the sleep tune, and Cuchulainn fell asleep and his sleep lasted from one hour to the next. Senbecc returned home, and
Fuair hua Eibricc forsin sruth
itir sceoil and gugud
Sephain Senbecc sal iar sruth
do Coinculaind chostadhach.
Ni hagh a seinm na suainchi
Senbecc na seghsa siancha
for bruinnib Bonne braiche
do dhalta Scathchi sciathcha.
Senbecc ua hEibric a Seghais
is é ro sepaind a seinm.
Finished.
