Curadmír | The Champion’s Portion

No, it’s not what you think... my, you all have such dirty minds!


Curadmír comes from the old Irish word curad which means ‘of a hero/ champion/ warrior’, and also from the word mir which means ‘morsel/ ration/ portion’.

In Irish mythology, the champion’s portion was all about honour amongst warriors. We already know that in ancient Ireland people lived by a defined code of honour and this was certainly true of the warrior class.

The curadmir consisted of the choicest cut of meat, usually the thigh, and was awarded to the bravest and most accomplished of a king’s warriors during a feast. It was considered a sign of great honour and privilege.

In fact, so highly regarded was the curadmír, that warriors would fight to the death over it. Not just in stories and myths, either: Althenaeus, a Greek scholar of the late 2nd/ early 3rd century quoted an earlier Greek historian, Posidonius, when he claimed that the Celts gave a hindquarter of pork to their bravest man, which would be settled by single combat to the death.

Diodorus Sicculus, a Greek historian of the 1st century also claimed that the Celts gave joints of meat to their most distinguished warriors.

Yeah, the ancient Greeks had a bit of a fascination with the Celtic peoples, but sadly, they are not reliable. Historians have not been able to identify a people who called themselves Celts, but there is much similarity between their accounts and the people of the Hallstatt and La Tene periods in Central Europe.

And then there are the Irish myths, which seem to confirm this strange custom. Why are you not surprised, huh?

The Tale of Mac da Thó’s Pig, or Scéla Muicce Meicc Da Thó, as it is known in Irish, comes from the Ulster Cycle, and survives in six manuscripts dating between the 12th and 18th centuries, but has been dated linguistically to the 8th century. It tells of a dispute which arose between the men of Connacht, and the men of Ulster.

So, Mac da Thó, King of Leinster, owns a hound named Ailbe which is famed throughout the land for its fierce guarding skills. Queen Medb of Connacht (yes, she of Táin bo Cúailnge fame, who goes to war over possession of a bull) decides she wants this mutt… surprise, surprise. However, her old arch enemy, Conchobar mac Nessa, King of Ulster, also wants to get his hands on Ailbe. I think you can see where this is going, right?

Mac da Thó holds a feast and invites both parties. When they arrive, they are not happy to be seated in the same hall as their enemies. Mac da Thó also owns a mighty pig, which had been fed for seven years by sixty milch cows, and was as wide across as forty oxen. Said beast was now roasting merrily, and the warriors were instantly attracted to it, and began discussing how best to carve it up, and who would get the Caradmír.

As you can imagine, a whole lot of boasting takes place, and many heroic deeds and victories are recounted. Eventually, Cet mac Mágach of the Connacht warriors declares himself the champion, but as he draws his knife to carve the pig, Conall Cernach of the Ulster men leaps to his feet and challenges him, much to the roars of delight from his fellows.

Cet concedes that of the two, Conall is the better warrior, but adds that if his brother,  Anlúan, was there, he would whoop his hide in combat. He says to Conall…

‘It is our misfortune that he [Anlúin] is not in the house.’

‘Oh but he is,’ said Conall, and taking Anlúan’s head from his wallet he threw it at Cet’s breast so that a mouthful of blood spattered over the lips.’

Quoted from Wikipedia

Conall claims the pig’s belly as his curadmír, enough to feed nine men, and after the rest of the meat has been shared out amongs his fellow warriors, only the trotters are left for the Connacht men.

Naturally, a fight breaks out. Mac da Thó unleashes Ailbe to see which side the hound will choose. It fights for the Ulster men, but is beheaded by Fer Loga, a charioteer of Connacht. He mounts Ailbe’s head on top of a spear, and thus the place of her death is known as  Mag nAilbi, or ‘Ailbe’s Plain’ (a real place, the valley plain bordering the River Barrow from County Laois and County Carlow to County Kildare).

If you thought that was weird, wait till you read the next bit! 😛

Clearly fearing the wrath of his King and Queen, Aillil and Medb, for killing the dog, Fer Loga hides in the heather. When King Conchobar rides by in his chariot, Fer Loga leaps up behind him and seizes the King’s head in a mighty grip.

Conchobar promises Fer Loga anything he wants, obviously thinking the man is about to kill him, and this is what Fer Loga demands: that he be taken to Emain Macha, capital of Ulster, where the women of Ulster and their nubile daughters are to sing to him each evening, ‘Fer Loga is my darling.’

Told you, didn’t I? Weird!

The story ends a year later with Fer Loga riding away from Ulster towards Ath Luain with the gift of two of Conchobar’s horses decked in fine golden bridles.

Nora Chadwick believes this tale was created for men, and was designed to be told orally, which is interesting to me personally. What is also interesting is that, even thought this story draws on many of the characters of the Táin bo Cuailnge, it never mentions Cuchulainn, who was said to be Ulster’s greatest hero.

In another story also from the Ulster Cycle, Fled Bricrenn, or the Feast of Bricriu, the allotting of the curadmir also causes much havoc. Bricriu holds a feast for the men of Ulster, and offers the champion’s portion to three of them: Cuchulainn, Conall Cernach, and Lóegaire Búadach. They are obliged then to compete against each other in order to decide who is most worthy.

Many challenges are set, with Cuchulainn emerging as the winner each time, but neither Conall nor Lóegaire accept this. In the end, Cú Roí, a magician from Munster, transforms himself into a giant and challenges each of the three warriors to behead him, on the condition that they then allow him to behead them in return the next night. Only Cúchulainn is brave and honest enough to show up on the second night, so he is deemed as the winner, and judged worthy of the curadmír.

Bricriu was a bit of a troublemaker who appears in several other stories of the Ulster Cycle. In the end, he is trampled to death by the two bulls fighting in the Táin bo Cuailnge. Loughbrickland, a village near Banbridge in County Down, is thought to derive from the Irish Loch Briccrend, meaning ‘Bricriu’s Lake’. He is supposed to have built his home there overlooking the lake, a ring fort named the ‘Watery Fort’.

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14 Comments on “Curadmír | The Champion’s Portion

  1. Dear ones , The idea of soul reincarnation should not sit in our heads well with what is now known today by science. That said, we are all reincarnations of the great and ordinary via the mechanism’s of DNA.
    # (see The Mystic Chorus : by Donald Broadribb)
    Michael Collins`s DNA, The code that produced Dun Scotus, Cuchulainn and every Irishman {person} between differs from our own by only a slight fraction. Written in its 4 letter language is the historical records of our Tuath, and perhaps via epigenetics, the some of the battles, famines, and good times as well?
    I dearly love these tales. They are for me, the soul that wraps itself about the double helix. I think I know who I am. Through such as this I learn who I was and how I came to be.
    is mise mehull

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    • Yes, identity is made up of more than just genetics; culture, history, heritage, the stories we tell ourselves and others, and our memories all combine inextricably to make us who we are.


  2. I believe some form of this was still in operation around my part of the country in the 1980s, Ali, when the butchers were reputed to hold back certain cuts of meat for the parish priest… 😀

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  3. Wonderful post, Ali. I absolutely loved reading this, and was laughing out loud about the guy wanting a lot of beautiful women to sing to him. I can’t quite believe though that this was actually all he wanted.

    Also severed heads are incredibly gnarly… I tried not to picture that part.
    I guess people had to be really, really comfortable (maybe just super used to?) death. Oddly I was just thinking about that earlier… how for our ancestors it was rarely a matter of if, but when they’d be killed. Perhaps so much so that they
    planned for it in some psychological way and then lived accordingly. Done well, there’d be little left that could scare a person. They’d just live all out until they were no longer living.

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    • Yes, I think you’re right. It must have been accepted that a violent end was part of life. Its all part of a warrior’s honour, I imagine. You had to be prepared to kill, or be killed. But if they believed in reincarnation and the Otherworld, then there wasn’t anything to fear. I’m sure they did feel fear… of failure, of not dying honourably, of not protecting their loved ones, and so on. Its a different kind of fear to the ones we have.

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      • We have very different fear is for sure. Interestingly, I am learning how much our emotions are shaped not just by our believes but by the culture in which the believes of been formed. I have believed in reincarnation for a while now, and while I don’t fear death as in not being alive, I would be utterly terrified in any situation in which my life was in danger. Our time is such a different one. Even very similar beliefs do not guarantee the same reactions or feelings.


  4. Love this, Ali – the idea of the Hero’s Share. I’ve been reading about Fionnchú and the tributes and dues he received after each battle. Same idea – that the hero must be acknowledged. In this case, of course, he was also a saint.


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