“Come,” said Conachúr, “their compliment to the Cú has been repaid, and we can talk of something else. What do you think of our banquet?”
“There is nothing to be said,” cried Emer; “it is perfect.”
“Everybody seems happy,” said the complacent king, as he looked down the Red Branch.
His guests also stared down the hall.
“They seem happy and are happy,” said Cúchulinn. He turned to his servant and charioteer:
“Laeg,” he cried, “you do not love me! My cup is empty.”
“My darling,” Laeg replied, “you have drunk as much as is good for you.”
“I shall drink as much as is bad for me if I please,” said Cúchulinn, “so bring me some mead, my treasure.”
“I shall bring you ale or cider.”
“Mead,” said the Cú.