Cúchulainn toyed in mid-air with the point of the spear and his bird-catching never faltered. Likewise with the other eight spears. As the ninth spear was flung the flock of birds flew away from Cúchulainn and he sped off in pursuit. Birdlike, he stepped from point to point of the flying spears in his haste not to let the birds escape. But to everyone it seemed that Cúchulainn sped in flight before Nadcranntail. ~The Táin
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