“You know,” said Fergus, “that I could not kill you whatever you did.”
“We love one another well,” said Conachúr. “It is a great thing to love as we do, my friend.
“But now,” he continued briskly, “we must attend to this troublesome business, and we must have a third person present in order that the world may know how we despatch it.”
He clapped his hands, and, to the servant who appeared:
“Who is in waiting?”
“Borach, lord.”
“Tell him to come here.”
“That is the man who feeds his guests on sharks,” said Fergus.
“He is on duty of honour to-day,” the king replied carelessly, “and he will be witness to the world of my instructions and of your charge. Come forward, good Borach.”
The bulky man strode in.