I was born in the Sodden Snow Irish hills, through a prophecy I was bound to a short, glorious life, my uncle Connor wore the crown of Ulster. And I was called Setant until I visited Chulainn the Smith, I came for mead and bread, but I found his dog, a huge and terrible beast! I came late so it attacked me, I defended myself, killing the thing, but when the Smithy Cried for his hound, 'I will be your Cú now from this night Till another you have found”. And the name Cú Chulainn I had found