“They are in great distress,” he said.
“I have just heard so,” the king replied gravely. “We must bring them home.”
At the words the face of every person changed. It was as though a cordial had been dropped into each heart.
Cúchulinn flashed enthusiasm and delight at the king:
“You will let them come back?”
“They shall be at our next banquet.”
“If I could love you more,” Fergus affirmed, “I would love you more for that.”
“I know you love me well,” said Conachúr, “and I love you, my heart.”
“We have been wearying to see Naoise again,” cried Cúchulinn.
“What is he like?” said Emer.