The Mists of Doom — Andrew J. Offutt

OH-IAM CORMAC MAC ART! I WAS CUCHULAIN. I AM CORMAC. IAM IN THE WOODS, NOT DYING THOUGH I HAVE DIED AFORE IN LIVES OTHER THAN THIS ONE...THE WOODS... CAMPFIRE...BUT THAT IS SUALTIM FODLA STARING AT ME FROM THE FIRE. SUALTIM SPOKE.
"TREACHERY, SON OF ART! GET YE TO THE HOUSE OF YOUR FATHER YOU WHO ARE BOY NO LONGER, FOR ITS DARK TREACHERY STALKS THE RATH THIS NIGHT."