Cuculain came forth from the palace. He wore that day a short
mantle of pale-red silk bordered with white thread and fastened on
the breast with a small brooch like a wheel of silver. The hues
upon that silk were never the same. His tunic of fine linen was
girt at the waist with a leathern zone, stained to the resemblance
of the wild-briar rose. It descended to but did not pass his
beautiful knees, falling into many plaits. The tunic was cut low
at the neck, exposing his throat and the knot in the throat and
the cup-shaped indentation above the breast. On his feet were
comely shoes sparkling with bronze plates. They took the colour of
everything which they approached. His hair fell in many curls over
the pale-red mantle, without adornment or confinement. It was the
colour of the flower which is named after the dearest Disciple,
but which was called sovarchey by the Gael. A tinge of red ran
through the gold. As to his eyes, no two men or women could agree
concerning their colour, for some said they were blue, and some
grey, and others hazel; and there were those who said that they
were blacker than the blackest night that was ever known.
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