Conall and Ide came up to them after that, and Conall, as the
senior and the best man amongst the Ultonians, clamorously called
to them to turn back straightway, or he would hough their horses,
or draw the linch-pins of their wheels, or in some other manner
bring their foray to naught. Cuculain thereupon stood upright in
the car, and so standing, with feet apart to steady him in his
throwing and in his aim, dashed the stone upon the yoke of
Conall's chariot between the heads of the horses and broke the
yoke, so that the pole fell to the ground and the chariot tilted
forward violently. Then the charioteer fell amongst the horses,
and Conall Carna, the beauty of the Ultonians the battle-winning
and ever-victorious son of Amargin, was shot out in front upon the
road, and fell there upon his left shoulder, and his beautiful
raiment was defiled with dust; and when he arose his left hand
hung by his side, for the shoulder-bone was driven from the
socket, owing to the violence of the fall.
"I swear by all my gods," he cried, "that if a step would save thy
head from the hands of the men of Meath, I would not take it.
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