A year and a day later they returned to Maeve, with three spears that Vulcan had
forged for them. “A king will die by each of these spears,” they shrieked.
Maeve then sent for Cúchulainn’s archenemies Erc, Luga and Cúroi and gave
them each one of the enchanted spears.

Then
his enemies Erc, Luga and Cúroi advanced with the enchanted spears. Erc was
first to throw his spear. It
pierced Laegh in the side. Laegh was king of chariot-drivers.
Luga was next to throw his spear, it struck Cúchulainn’s horse, The
Grey of Macha. The Grey of Macha
was king of horses. Cúroi was next
to throw his spear. This time it
struck Cúchulainn. Mortally
wounded he sank to the ground. “Let
me drink at the edge of the lake,” he said. Maeve’s warriors stood aside to
let him drink.
After he had
drunk the water, Cúchulainn tied himself with a girdle to a pillar on the
lakeside so that he would die standing up. Not until a raven came and perched on
his shoulder did his enemies know for certain that Cúchulainn, the greatest of
champions was dead.