When there is no battle to be fought, Camulos protects the harvest until it is ripe. He patrols the border and center of the field in his ram skull helmet to ward off spirits and pests who would eat the harvests of man. None would pass or transgress him in this.
One day however, Cathuboduâ flew above a field Camulos patrolled. Curious, she flew down to him and perched on his shoulder. At first, Camulos did not notice her. This infuriated her, as she was proud of her bright feathers that incited the envy of others. As Camulos kept to the patrol, Cathuboduâ became more and more furious. She pecked at his shoulders, but that did not cause him to yield. Finally, she flapped her bright wings in his face whilst pecking at his helmet. This had caused Camulos to wave and shoo her off as if she were a common pest.
Cathuboduâ was not pleased. She resolved to enact revenge over what she perceived as a grievous insult. She flew into his face once more, but it only caused him to wave her off again. Next, she flew at his ear and shrieked. Again, he waved her off. This time, she grasped a rock and flew high into the air until she was above him, and let go. The rock hit Camulos in the head, which caused him to draw his sword at her.
“For what purpose do you bother me, crow?” Camulos asked.
“You would not notice me or my bright feathers, and thus I torment you so” she replied.
“You interrupt my duties for me to notice you? Why should I notice you or your feathers?”
Cathuboduâ was taken aback by what she perceived as a lack of etiquette. “It is customary for a lord such as yourself to compliment a lady such as myself at first sight”.
Camulos replied with matching tone, “And it should be customary to not interrupt one’s duties!” This angered Cathuboduâ further.
“I will torment you until you acknowledge me!” She exclaimed before flying away.
The next day, Camulos patrolled the same field. While walking, a rock suddenly changed size before him. His foot hit it and he cried in pain. The rock then changed into Cathuboduâ who laughed as she flew away once again. The punishment continued on his patrol into the next day.
This time, there was a brightly colored heifer in the middle of the field. Camulos approached the heifer, but was kicked in the stomach by its hoof. Leaning over in pain, he heard the flapping of wings and cackle of Cathuboduâ, who had been in the shape of the heifer. Camulos continued on, again in pain while guarding the field.
However, Cathuboduâ was not satisfied. This time she decided that she would wait in his hut, eat his bread, and then take its form only to change in front of him so that he would frighten and go hungry.
She flew into the hut and pecked at his bread until she had eaten it crumbs and all. Cathuboduâ then took its shape, but neglected to remember its color, and stayed brightly colored. When Camulos entered his hut, he noticed the bread’s color was different and tossed it into the hearth fire. Suddenly a loud shriek came from the fire and out flew Cathuboduâ who’s feathers had been burnt black. In pain and enraged, she flew out of the hut as Camulos started to fall asleep.
Moments later, Camulos was awoken by a beautiful woman with hair black as soot who forcefully entered into his hut, adorned with a shield and spear. “You will pay for your insults!” The woman exclaimed.
“My lady, if I have offended you in some way, I apologize. I would never intentionally slight a woman of your beauty “.
Cathuboduâ was shaken with confusion. The lord before her was the same who ignored her, but now acknowledged her beauty. “You ignored me before when I was brightly colored, and now you pay me attention”.
It was Camulos now who was shaken with confusion. “If I had known that crow would become the lady before me, I would not have offered insult. Still, my lady, it was rude to interrupt my duty”. It was then Cathuboduâ (was) sorry for the aggravation she caused.
As the two exchanged apologies, Camulos took off his helmet to reveal and handsome visage to Cathuboduâ. The two then spent the night together and soon after became each other’s consorts. And every harvest thereafter, the two would re-enact the days they first met but now with playfulness and love. Cathuboduâ would be the beautiful and magical unyielding fury, and Camulos would be the dutiful champion who guards the harvest and borders.
**Based on Interpretatio Hibernia (Badb and Cathuboduâ, Neit/Mars-Neto, Cuchulainn and Camulos ), interpretatio Romano (Badb being a stand in for Bellona in Togail na Tebe/Thebaid), the Sheep and the Crow fable by Aesop and probably a few other things I can’t recall right now.**