“I dread appearing in the presence of Conachúr if Fergus is not by us.”
“His guarantee is with us,” and Naoise indicated the two young men. “There it is, four legs of it marching stoutly.”
“At least,” she pleaded, “let us go to Cúchulinn’s fortress in Dun Dealgan and wait there until he or Fergus can come with us—if you will do that, I shall complain no more.”
“Fergus,” he replied, “has bound himself before the king that he would send us on without an hour’s delay.”
“And he bound himself to stay with us, but he has broken his word.”
“We must keep his word for him with the king,” said Naoise.
“Another person’s honour is another person’s business. That compact is broken by him, and your geasa is not kept by keeping his. Let us turn to Dun Dealgan and take Cúchulinn’s protection.”
Naoise indicated the two who were marching in front.
“I shall ask their advice, and if they agree to it we will go to Dun Dealgan.”
He called the two, and put the question to them. But they were scandalized.