Serglige Con Culainn (The Sick-Bed of Cú Chulainn)

"Cannot the lasses of Ulster find any other but us," he said, "to give them their bird-hunt to-day?"

And the woman in the green mantle approached him, and she laughed a laugh at him, and she gave him a stroke with a horsewhip.

And he by himself slew thirty-and-three of them. Now, after all these things had passed, Cuchulain slept with the lady.

"Speak! and tell me, Cuchulain," cried Emer,
"Why this shame on my head thou wouldst lay?

And Fand goeth away with Manannan the Son of the Sea, and Manannan shook his cloak between Cuchulain and Fand, so that they might never meet together again throughout eternity.

I did this little series based loosely on a story in Irish mythology: The Sick-Bed of Cú Chulainn. Check out the full translated text at www.manannan.net or for a funnier version try  www.bettermyths.com