“Here comes a single champion towards us, O Cuchulain,” said Laegh (Cuchulain’s charioteer). “What sort of a champion is he?” said Cuchulain. “A brown-haired, broad faced, beautiful youth; a splendid brown cloak on him; a bright bronze spear-like brooch fastening his cloak. A full and well-fitting shirt to his skin. Two firm shoes between his two feet and the ground. A hand-staff of white hazel in one hand of |