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FRAGMENT IV.[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") \_THE INVASION OF ULADH.[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") ARGUMENT.[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics") Cuchullain lies long in the forest nigh to death from his wounds, and yet more through grief for Ferdīa.[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics") The queen crosses the Ford into Uladh, and captures the Donn Cuailgné.[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics") The confederate kings fall out among themselves; Meave summons a war council; whereupon there bursts forth a second contention between them and the Exile-Band.[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") She makes the circuit of all Uladh; yet enacts nothing memorable.[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics") Lastly she marches against Eman, its metropolis, but slowly, being encumbered by her spoil.[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") Uladh rouses itself daily out of its trance of imbecility.[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") The death of Ketherne.[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics") Finobar is fain to draw Rochad to the cause of her mother, but fails.[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") Her fate.[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics") The queen, falling into despondency, re-crosses the frontier.[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") Silence amid the wide, confederate camp: No clang of sword or shield; no warrior’s tread Striding to Meave with battle-gage down flung For him who kept the Ford.[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") But when six days Were past, and none had seen that threatening helm, There went abroad a rumour, ‘he is dead:’ Then sped to her six champions claiming fight: Whom from her presence spurning, Meave advanced With all her host o’er Uladh’s frontier line By Daré’s castle and the ill-omened gate Whereon high-seated Daré’s Fool had hurled Against her scorn and gibe.[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics") As Meave drew near Forth rolled the bellowing of Cuailgné’s Donn, Cause of that war.[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics") King Daré’s sons had fled; But in the gate-way stood their old, grey sire, Alone, and slew the first that entrance made: The rest dashed in upon him, and he died.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") Six days, and in Cuchullain’s cell no change-- The bud grew large; the earlier violet died; He neither spake nor moved.[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") His wounds were deep: Deeper his grief; and stronger thence their power Though dead, that clan accursed of Cailitin, With ghostly spells darkening the warrior’s heart: As lie the dead, he lay.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics") One eve, what time The setting sun levell’d through holly brakes Unnumbered dagger-points of jewel’d light And ’neath the oak-stem burned a golden spot, Leagh, standing near his couch, reproached him thus; ‘In time of old the greatness of thy spirit Had ever strength to salve thy corporal griefs: But now through coward heart thou makest no fight, Dying as old men die.’[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") Cuchullain heard; But answered nought.[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics") Next day, while near them buzzed At noon the gilded insect swarm, he spake; ‘While lived Ferdīa wounds to thee were jest; Thy grief it is that drags thee to the pit; Grief; and for what?[22](22/ "tree and pragmatics") Of treasons worse is none Than sorrow when thy country’s foe is dead\![23](23/ "tree and pragmatics") Not man is he, the man who dies of grief.’[24](24/ "tree and pragmatics") He spake: Cuchullain fixed a vacant eye On that sad, wrathful face.[25](25/ "tree and pragmatics") Then hastened Leagh To where those giant coursers, side by side, Stood tethered mid green grass and meadow-sweet Within a lawn; and led them to a stream, And bade them drink; and later led them home; And placed their corn before them, and they ate: Next spake he; ‘Horses ye; and yet ye know To eat at need, while men self-sentenced starve!’[26](26/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus of that man whom most he loved on earth He made complaint.[27](27/ "tree and pragmatics") Liath, the lake’s white son, Tossed high his head in anger.[28](28/ "tree and pragmatics") By his side Sangland, his dusky comrade, sadly ate, Moistening with tears her barley.[29](29/ "tree and pragmatics") Late that eve Cuchullain beckoned Leagh; ‘To Conor speed: Speak thus; “Put on thine arms and save thy land Since now the Hound that kept thy gate is dead:-- Make no delay!”’[30](30/ "tree and pragmatics") At midnight Leagh went forth Though loth to leave his master to the care Of cowherd rude, or swineherd.[31](31/ "tree and pragmatics") Tenderer aid Ere long consoled him.[32](32/ "tree and pragmatics") Beauteous as the dawn Next morn two shepherd boys seeking a lamb Came on the sick man in his forest nook; Long time they gazed on him compassionate; With voice benign and tendance angel-like Onward into his confidence they crept; His lips with milk, the purest, they refreshed; They placed the dewy wood flowers in his hand; They sang him ballads old, not battle-songs, Too loud such songs they deemed, but Fairy lore, Or tale of lovers fleeing tyrant’s rage: Among the last unwittingly they sang ‘Cuchullain’s Wooing;’ how the youth had found Eimer, the loveliest lady of the land Within her bowery pleasaunce, girt with maids Harping, or broidering fair in scarf deep-dyed Blossom or insect: how he sued; and how She answered; ‘Woo my sister: woo not me!’[33](33/ "tree and pragmatics") How, glorying in her loveliness, her sire Had sworn no chief should ever call her wife Who won her not by valour; how that youth Had scaled his rock and slain his guards and forth Led her by hand, a downward-looking bride, Majestic, unconsenting, undismayed, But likewise unreluctant.[34](34/ "tree and pragmatics") As they sang Above that suffering face there passed a smile; And where that smile had lain there crept a tear; And in few minutes more asleep he sank Who had not slept nine days.[35](35/ "tree and pragmatics") Swiftly meanwhile On marched the host confederate: bootless speed; Since ever one day’s progress by the next Was cancelled; tortuous mind made tortuous course Now bent awry to capture spoil, anon To avenge some private wrong.[36](36/ "tree and pragmatics") Fergus the while Inly with fury raged; for still his thought Was ‘Eman--Vengeance.’[37](37/ "tree and pragmatics") Meave, to calm his wrath, Albeit debate she scorned, a council called And made demand, ‘To Eman speed we, Kings, With central wound striking at Uladh’s heart, Or wind, as now, at random through the realm, With havoc huge, and plunder?’[38](38/ "tree and pragmatics") Rose a chief Aulnau, the son of Magach, one whose pride Was not in war-deeds but in crafty brain, And thus made answer.[39](39/ "tree and pragmatics") ‘March to Eman\![40](40/ "tree and pragmatics") Queen\![41](41/ "tree and pragmatics") Not difficult the emprise; but whose the gain?[42](42/ "tree and pragmatics") Eman to burn, what were it but to sow The sanguine seed of endless wars to come?[43](43/ "tree and pragmatics") The Uladh chiefs live scattered.[44](44/ "tree and pragmatics") Eman’s fall Touches not them.[45](45/ "tree and pragmatics") Their strength ere long revived Southward in search of vengeance they will rush: Slay them yet weakling\![46](46/ "tree and pragmatics") Slay them ere they wake\![47](47/ "tree and pragmatics") Slay them in mountain hold and forest lair In vale and glen: slay each apart, half-armed; Easy the task!’[48](48/ "tree and pragmatics") Arose the Exiled King: ‘“Easy the task!”’ he cried; ‘that Daré learned\![49](49/ "tree and pragmatics") Unarmed--alone--I saw the old man fall\![50](50/ "tree and pragmatics") “Easy the task!”’[51](51/ "tree and pragmatics") Then brake upon him Alp That ruled in far Iorras, speaking thus; ‘Fergus, we love our queen; but love not thee\![52](52/ "tree and pragmatics") Hostile to ours thy race: King Conor’s fall Thou seek’st; not Uladh’s.[53](53/ "tree and pragmatics") Hear me, Queen of Men\![54](54/ "tree and pragmatics") The siege of Eman means a three months’ siege: Be wary lest, ere yet that time is past King Conor with his exiles makes a pact, And they who now but rate thee drink thy blood: Be wary likewise lest in half that time Thy host melt from thee like a wreath of snow\![55](55/ "tree and pragmatics") The Gael is restless; lives on chance and change; The clan grows home-sick: victory in its grasp, Pines for the babe unkissed, or field unreaped: My counsel then is Aulnau’s.[56](56/ "tree and pragmatics") Like a flood Wind devious through the land and strip it bare: Till then let Eman be.’[57](57/ "tree and pragmatics") Debate ere long, For chiefs there were who loved the nobler war, Passed on to raging storm.[58](58/ "tree and pragmatics") Old friendships died; And from the dust of ages injuries old Leaped up like warriors armed.[59](59/ "tree and pragmatics") In Fergus wrath Gave way to scorn: with haughty port he spake, A man majestical yet mirthful too.[60](60/ "tree and pragmatics") ‘Great Lords and Kings--since Kings ye claim to be-- King-vassals, world-renowned for mutual hate, Alone of men I censure not your strifes, Knowing their cause.[61](61/ "tree and pragmatics") The very air you breathe, The founts whereof you drink, the soil you tread, Are all impregnate with a sacred rage; And false alike to usage, country, blood, Were he among you who, for three hours’ space, Discerned ’twixt friend and foeman.[62](62/ "tree and pragmatics") Lords and Kings, Attend a legend from your annals old, A laughing picture of man’s life this day.[63](63/ "tree and pragmatics") In Erin’s earlier age there reigned two kings: Each had a swineherd who, through magic power, Assumed what form he would of shapes that live In heaven, or earth, or sea.[64](64/ "tree and pragmatics") Friendship eterne They pledged; then strove ten years, with hosts allied So huge that none remained to till the land.[65](65/ "tree and pragmatics") At last the vanquished westward creaked, a crane: A crane, the victor chased him.[66](66/ "tree and pragmatics") Twenty years High up they fought; to each side Erin’s birds Flocking in clans, the factions of the heavens.[67](67/ "tree and pragmatics") Those twenty years run out, the vanquished crane Dropp’d on a stream and straight to salmon changed; Instant his foe, to salmon turned not less, From stream to sea pursued him.[68](68/ "tree and pragmatics") Far and wide All scaly shapes that buffet Erin’s waves From sprat and minnow up to shark and whale Beat up in finny squadrons.[69](69/ "tree and pragmatics") Forty years With deepening rage they fought, till round the isle Main ocean boiled, and from her ships black-ribbed Melted the tar, and mist was over all.[70](70/ "tree and pragmatics") Next changed those salmons twain to dragon-flies: But while they sat in hate on neighbouring pools A dun cow and a red cow drank them up Unwittingly.[71](71/ "tree and pragmatics") From them two bull-calves sprang That, grown, with battle thunders dinned the realm For eighty years\![72](72/ "tree and pragmatics") How say ye, Lords?[73](73/ "tree and pragmatics") From these Come not the Bulls that shake this day our land, Fionbannah, and the Donn?[74](74/ "tree and pragmatics") For them we fight, And in their honour hold, on peaceful days, Like them our roaring synods!’[75](75/ "tree and pragmatics") Fiercely and long The unwise council strove; and Meave, who feared Far more the petulance of her lesser kings Than that great exile’s loftier wrath, resumed Next morn her march erratic.[76](76/ "tree and pragmatics") On she passed, The Dal Araidhé forests on her right, Northward to Moira’s plain and Clannaboy; And through the Glynns of Ardes glimpsed remote Alba’s blue hills.[77](77/ "tree and pragmatics") Dalríad fastnesses She burned with fire, and seized full many a herd On banks of Bann; then westward turned, and kenned The grass-green glitter soon of far Lough Foyle, And where the winding river-sea divides Fanad from Inishowen’s cliffs forlorn.[78](78/ "tree and pragmatics") Aileach she passed, more late the seat of kings; And, southward next, that lake\[34\] whose lonely isle Descends, through caves, to Spirit-worlds unknown.[79](79/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus Meave a circle traced round Uladh’s realm, And heard the murmur of its three great seas, Yet nothing wrought of perdurable fame.[80](80/ "tree and pragmatics") Conor, meantime, round Eman ranged his hosts There flocking night and day.[81](81/ "tree and pragmatics") ‘I march not hence’ He said, ‘till Uladh’s wound is wholly healed;-- Fergus I deem the sage of battle-fields, Though fool in all beside.’[82](82/ "tree and pragmatics") But sloth and fear In manly hearts at worst rare visitants, Leave them betimes, like vermin caught by chance That quit ere long the clean.[83](83/ "tree and pragmatics") O’er Uladh’s breadth Daily some chief, or fragment of a clan Long chilled by rumour of Cuchullain slain, Despite King Conor’s hest assailed the queen Marching, though late, on Eman.[84](84/ "tree and pragmatics") First of these Was Ketherne.[85](85/ "tree and pragmatics") Hewing oaks on Fuad’s crest He marked her host, and rushed, a naked man From waist to head, his axe within his hand, In fury on it.[86](86/ "tree and pragmatics") Late that eve his kernes Forth from the battle tore him bleeding fast From fifty wounds.[87](87/ "tree and pragmatics") That night physicians five Were bending o’er his bed: the eldest spake; ‘Ketherne, thou son of Fintan, thou must die!’[88](88/ "tree and pragmatics") Then Ketherne raised himself and with one blow Smote him upon his forehead that he died.[89](89/ "tree and pragmatics") In turn the second,--‘Ketherne, thou must die:’ And Ketherne slew him.[90](90/ "tree and pragmatics") Feebler-toned the third Whispered, ‘The man must die;’ and died himself; Likewise the fourth.[91](91/ "tree and pragmatics") Old Ithal was the fifth, A son of Alba.[92](92/ "tree and pragmatics") He with stealthy foot Stepping o’er corpses of his brethren slain, Made keen-eyed inquest of the wounds; then spake: ‘Of these the least is dangerous: fatal none: Two cures for such there be, diverse in kind; Ketherne, thou son of Fintan, make thy choice\![93](93/ "tree and pragmatics") The first is slow but certain: where thou liest Full three months thou must lie; then rise restored: The second is immediate: strength divine It pours like light into a warrior’s veins; Then dies its virtue, and the warrior dies!’[94](94/ "tree and pragmatics") Ketherne laughed loud: ‘My choice is quickly made-- Three months bed-ridden, or one vengeance day Joyous and glorious\![95](95/ "tree and pragmatics") Leech\![96](96/ "tree and pragmatics") I rather choose With mine own hand to avenge eretime my death Than trust that task to others!’[97](97/ "tree and pragmatics") At his word Ithal prepared a wonder-working bath Strewn with strange herbs, and bathed therein the man, Then bade him drink of some elixir bright Drawn from the sun. As one refreshed by sleep He rose: he clomb his war-car; sought the foe; Threescore he slew, their best.[98](98/ "tree and pragmatics") At last the strength Ceased from his arm; and opened once again His wounds late closed; and back he sank, and died.[99](99/ "tree and pragmatics") Such hindrances, and every day had such, Likewise huge herds and cumber of her spoil Slackened the march of Meave.[100](100/ "tree and pragmatics") Full many a chief Perished in bootless fight; full many an eye Turned on her, malcontent.[101](101/ "tree and pragmatics") But trial worse Had found her through her daughter, Finobar.[102](102/ "tree and pragmatics") Without an hour’s misgiving or remorse In beauty’s pride not less than patriot zeal-- Wilier she was than Meave, and haughtier far-- Champion on champion she had sent to doom Beside that fatal Ford.[103](103/ "tree and pragmatics") Ferdīa most Had tasked the sorceress, for in him alone Vanity kept no place.[104](104/ "tree and pragmatics") She watched the fight No pallor on her fruit-like cheek, no cloud Dimming her star-like eyes.[105](105/ "tree and pragmatics") Without a sigh She saw the Firbolg, last of all his race, Fall on the soil once theirs.[106](106/ "tree and pragmatics") Even then she knew not The inevitable shaft had pierced whate’er Of woman heart was hers.[107](107/ "tree and pragmatics") The strong man’s death Lifted that veil his victory ne’er had raised: Standing mid others she beheld him dead: Thenceforth that deep-toned voice, that mournful front, Those stern yet stately ways, so great and plain, Haunted her memory.[108](108/ "tree and pragmatics") Oft with sudden spasm She strove to shake that viper from her breast Which sucked its life-blood.[109](109/ "tree and pragmatics") ‘I, the Princess, love\![110](110/ "tree and pragmatics") And love a Firbolg!’[111](111/ "tree and pragmatics") She had never loved: Self-love, sole regent of the unloving heart, Had barred it ’gainst all other tenderer loves: In vain the island chiefs had wooed and sued: She spurned them each and all.[112](112/ "tree and pragmatics") Of these the last Was Rochad, and the proudest, in the North A vassal prince of Conor’s, oft his foe: The passion she had kindled she had scorned: Rochad had vowed revenge.[113](113/ "tree and pragmatics") In wonder Meave Noted the weary lids, the vanishing bloom, The abrupt accost, though haught yet unassured; The movements to mechanic changed, the mind Still strong, yet widowed of its flexile strength; These things she saw; their cause she ne’er divined: Love for the living Meave could understand: For her the dead was dead.[114](114/ "tree and pragmatics") To Finobar The one thing yet remaining was her pride: Questioned, her answer ever was the same, ‘Onward, to Eman!’[115](115/ "tree and pragmatics") Nearer it each day They drew.[116](116/ "tree and pragmatics") One evening through the sunset mist A camp, high-seated on a bosky hill, Shone out, fire-fringed: aloof it stood as one That halts ’twixt war and peace.[117](117/ "tree and pragmatics") Ere long they learned Rochad that site had chos’n, with Uladh’s King Friendly but half, thence slow to prop his cause.[118](118/ "tree and pragmatics") Then spake the queen; ‘The hand of yonder chief Sustains our battle’s balance.[119](119/ "tree and pragmatics") If his host, Now dubious, joins the bands that vex our flank No choice remains but this, a homeward course Or, if a march to Eman, then the loss Of half our hard-earned spoil and hate thenceforth Of all our vassal kings.’[120](120/ "tree and pragmatics") Forth flashed the eyes Of Finobar--it was their latest flash-- She answered thus; ‘The sequel leave to me\![121](121/ "tree and pragmatics") He loved me, Rochad, once: ere sets yon moon I bring you tamed the lion of yon hills, Aye, in a silken leash!’[122](122/ "tree and pragmatics") Rochad far off Beheld her coming; marked it with a smile; Welcomed her gaily; led her to the feast; Thence to his tent wherein was none beside.[123](123/ "tree and pragmatics") There put she forth whatever subtlest art In seeming-simple innocence disguised Imagines of persuasive, whatsoe’er Delicatest craft of female witcheries Potent for man’s destruction can devise, To bend that warrior’s will.[124](124/ "tree and pragmatics") The winter beam Thaws not the polar ice: o’er Rochad’s soul So passed the syren’s pleadings.[125](125/ "tree and pragmatics") Pleased not less To stand implored, he dallied with her suit Destined, and this he knew, to end in shame.[126](126/ "tree and pragmatics") She, self-deceived, inly made vow; ‘This tent I leave not, save victorious.’[127](127/ "tree and pragmatics") Hours went by: She noted not their flight.[128](128/ "tree and pragmatics") Once more with skill Plastic as wind in woods, a measured strength Varying as minstrel’s hand that grazes now Now sweeps the tenderer or the deeper strings, To all the passions of the heart of man Glory, Ambition, Love, Revenge, she tuned The modulations of her passionate strain; While half the richness theirs aforetime throbbed Again in those sad accents, half their light-- For oft from out the present shines a past Long dead--returned to eyes that, seen of none, Had wept away their splendours.[129](129/ "tree and pragmatics") Calm he sat, Sternly quiescent.[130](130/ "tree and pragmatics") Sudden on her broke The fatal truth.[131](131/ "tree and pragmatics") She saw her power was gone; And all that posthumous life late hers sank back In embers lost and ashes.[132](132/ "tree and pragmatics") On the West Rested her gaze.[133](133/ "tree and pragmatics") A cloud of raven black, Its veil for half that night, had drifted by, And o’er that distant gleam, her mother’s camp, Slowly the moon descended.[134](134/ "tree and pragmatics") Finobar That hour recalled her boast; ‘Ere sets yon moon I bring you tamed the lion of yon hills, Aye, in a silken leash!’[135](135/ "tree and pragmatics") The Orient soon Whitened with early dawn.[136](136/ "tree and pragmatics") Forlorn it lay On hill and heath and plain and distant mere, Forlorner on the haggard face--for oft A face, still fair, in anguish antedates Its future--of that woman as she knelt, She knelt at last, low on that threshold low.[137](137/ "tree and pragmatics") Then came the hour of Rochad’s great revenge: Then first he answered plainly; ‘Finobar\![138](138/ "tree and pragmatics") One day I knew you not: I know you now: Your spells are null when once their trick is learned: Likewise your face has lost its earlier charm.[139](139/ "tree and pragmatics") Back to your mother\![140](140/ "tree and pragmatics") Say, ere sets yon sun I join the king my master, from his gate Repel with scorn the invader.’[141](141/ "tree and pragmatics") Forth he passed Without farewell.[142](142/ "tree and pragmatics") A clarion broke ere long Her trance: adown the slope she saw his host Winding t’ward Eman.[143](143/ "tree and pragmatics") From a burning couch She rose next eve; and, strong with fever’s strength, Paced swiftly by that sunset-crimsoned stream Which cut the camp in twain.[144](144/ "tree and pragmatics") Anon she marked In all who met her, change inexplicable, Strange eyes, strange faces, strange embarrassed ways: Sadly compassionate that change in some: In others questioning glance and meaning smile Hinted at things that through her flaming heart Passed like a sword of ice.[145](145/ "tree and pragmatics") Whisperings not less There were, but these she heard not; ‘What\![146](146/ "tree and pragmatics") All night\![147](147/ "tree and pragmatics") From eve to morn with Rochad in his tent!-- The men she fed on hopes she sent to death Beside the Ford.[148](148/ "tree and pragmatics") Well! pride must have its fall\![149](149/ "tree and pragmatics") Rochad is joined with Conor!’[150](150/ "tree and pragmatics") Slanders worse Some chiefs whom most her haughtiness had galled Ventured, vain-glorious.[151](151/ "tree and pragmatics") Late one eve the truth Sprang like a tigress on her.[152](152/ "tree and pragmatics") In his tent She heard her father with her mother speak; ‘She yet may wear the crown: her maiden fame Is lost forever!’[153](153/ "tree and pragmatics") Three hours ere her death Thus to her mother spake that sentenced one; ‘Noise it among the host that grief for those Her countrymen--the Gael--who, near the Ford-- Ere yet that Firbolg shared the common fate, Fell by Cuchullain, snapped her thread of life.[154](154/ "tree and pragmatics") Bear on your march my body:--raise the cairn On the first hill that kens Emania’s towers.’[155](155/ "tree and pragmatics") So spake she; and the queen obeyed her hest: She flung that rumour forth; and all who heard, Heart-stricken now, believed it.[156](156/ "tree and pragmatics") But on Meave A piercing sadness fell; and by her bed Orloff her buried son stood up, and spake; ‘Home to thy native realm, and Cruachan\![157](157/ "tree and pragmatics") Not less a battle waits thee great and dread ’Twixt Gairig and Ilgairig.’[158](158/ "tree and pragmatics") One day’s march Eastward still marched she; then upon a hill, The first whose summit looked on Eman’s towers, Interred the all-beauteous one with Pagan dirge, And o’er her piled the cairn.[159](159/ "tree and pragmatics") Southward, next morn She turned, and crossed the Ford.[160](160/ "tree and pragmatics") Fulfilled was thus Cuchullain’s word, breathed o’er Ferdīa dead, ‘Finobar snared thee.[161](161/ "tree and pragmatics") Finobar shall die.’[162](162/ "tree and pragmatics") But many a century later Uladh’s sons Rose up and said; ‘Great scorn it is and wrong Yon stranger’s grave should gaze on Eman’s towers:’ Then bore they forth those relics once so fair With funeral rites revered and Pagan dirge, And laid them by the loud-resounding sea, And o’er them raised a cairn: and, age on age, As sighed the sea-wind past it shepherds said ‘It whispers soft that sad word, Finobar!’[163](163/ "tree and pragmatics") - ← previous: [Opening, part 13](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78491/13/) - next →: [Opening, part 15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78491/15/) - ↑ back to [The foray of Queen Meave, and other legends of Ireland's heroic age](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78491/)