As the army of Queen Medb sets out on its ill-starred cattle-raid into Ulster, they encounter a fantastic figure coming toward them.
The young woman is armed. Her chariot is drawn by two black horses.
She wears a dappled cloak with a gold pin, a hooded tunic with red embroidery, and golden shoes.
She carries a weaver's beam of white bronze, inlaid with gold.
Her golden hair is done up in three braids: two wound in a crown around her head, the third hanging down her back to her calf.
Her black eyelashes cast a shadow halfway down her cheek.
Her eyes have triple irises.
“Who are you?” asks Mebd.
