Thereafter Cúchulainn bade farewell to the damsel, and sad and sorrowful was she that day after Cúchulainn parted from them. As to Cúchulainn himself, his mind was anxious on that day beyond any day, wending his way, till he reached the Bridge of the Leaps, and saw the offcast, baleful, horrible, wondrous, strange, at the other end of the bridge, to wit, a hag15 tall, over-ripe, and in her hand an iron vessel (?) in which was a balance (containing the) full of a fist of smelted iron.