How Cuchulainn Came to Conchobar’s Court

From the Táin Bó Cuailnge: The Cattle Raid of Cooley

It was spring. The cold, bleak days of winter were past, the ground was soft with spring rain, and plump, juicy worms were plentiful once again in the parks and gardens of the city. A pair of starlings were pecking for breakfast in the grass verge that ran along the children’s playground. A line of well-fed sparrows sat upon the fence, admiring the irid…