“What part is that?”
“I don’t know its name, but it is the tenderest part.”
“This is also a thievish person,” said Ainnle indignantly; “he is trying to claim the part I killed.”
“Fight for me, Naoise!” Ardan implored. “Be on my side, Deirdreen!”
“You shall be served last,” said Deirdre severely, “and you shall get a tough piece.”
“Ochone! ochone for ever!” he lamented.
“How do you like that piece?” said Deirdre vindictively.
“I could eat a cow’s horn if you cooked it,” he wheedled. “Won’t you give me more in a minute, little sister?”
“I shall give you ten kisses,” said Deirdre.
“Do not go between that man and his meat,” Ainnle warned; “he will bite you.”