3.
Waylaid
CúChulainn found himself greatly enjoying anonymity.
Nobody had recognised him in any of the settlements they had passed as they journeyed on horseback south-west from Uladh’s lands. Unsurprising, clothed as he was in simple rough-spun robes and lacking any of his famous regalia: his fine cloak, his silver brooches and Lugh’s golden armour, Salodor, his gauntlets, torcs or any other finery that would distinguish him as a Red Branch Knight, much less the appointed First Champion of Eamhain. But in spite of their appearance as commoners, the three companions had kept their route discreet, favouring the more obscure trails that Fergus indicated along the way. No passing traveller or curious villager had recognised MacRoth either, without his great fiery beard.
Salodor
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