'Tis then Cúchulainn closed his arms and his legs around the bridge, and he lay thereon supine athwart, and by a thunder-feat the hag seized him roughly, ill-fatedly on the breadth of his back and on his legs and arms, so that she wounded and hurt him greatly. But he leapt aloft lightly, hoveringly, and having gone over to the hag he gave her a blow whereby he struck her head from her body. Good was the killing that Cúchulainn wrought then, to wit (the death of) Eisin chinne.