Here begins Scáthach's prediction to Cuchulainn as they parted in the eastern parts when Cuchulainn had completed his full training in the warrior arts with Scáthach.
Scáthach's prediction to Cuchulainn
So Scáthach predicted to him what was to come for him and revealed his death to him by means of the Illuminating Vision:
Now that you are a champion without equal
A great end awaits you,
Alone against the huge herd.
The warriors will be put together against you,
Necks will be broken by you,
Your sword will strike blows against the rearguard
Against the bloody flood of Setanta.
Hardblade, he will cut / conjure the trees
By the sign of massacre, by manly exploits.
The cows will be swept away from your hill,
The captives will be lost to your people;
Tormented by the troops for a fortnight,
Your cattle will cross the passes.
You will go alone into the great deprivation against the army.
The scarlet streams of blood will strike
Lots of differently split shields.
A bunch of parasites you'll cling to
Many people and oxen will lead away.
Many wounds will be inflicted on you
Over to you, Cuchulainn.
You will receive a vengeful wound (in)
One of the encounters nearing the end.
By your red-tipped weapon there will be defeat,
(Men) will be pierced against the furious wave,
Against the whale equipped for feats,
A whale performing exploits by blows.
The women will moan and clap (their hands) in their troop,
Medb and Ailill brag about it.
A sick bed awaits you
Before massacres of great ferocity.
I see the very bright Blanc-Cornu
(D'Ai) in great rage against Cooley's Brown.
