And then they put two long wide shields on them, and they took to their swords, and each of them continued to hack at the other, from the dawn of the early morning till the time of the fall of evening. "Let us leave off from this now," said Cuchulain. So they left off.
They threw their swords from them into the hands of their chariot–drivers, and it was the parting, mournful, sorrowful, down–hearted, of two men that night.
'Their horses were not in the one enclosure that night, their chariot–drivers were not at the one fire. They rested that night there.
And Ferdiad rose up early next morning, and went forward by himself to the ford. For he knew that day would decide the fight, and he knew one of them would fall on that day there, or they would both fall.
And then he put on his battle
