I see a forceful blond man, on whom victories are built. A fierce light springs from his head, wounds hang on him like a belt. Seven jewels play about the stark pupil of each eye. His sharp teeth are unsheathed. He wears a shirt of crimson dye. His features are beautiful, his form pleasing to women - deadly handsome and youthful, in battle like a dragon, The same courage can be found in the famous Blacksmith's Hound - Cú Chulainn of Muirthemne. but this i know for certain - he stains red his every foe.
Táin Bó Cúailnge, Ciaran Carson














