"'My threepenny-bit,' he roared, with one fist up.
"But the seraph Cuchulain only laughed:
"'That!' said he. 'Look at me, man. Your little medal dropped far beyond the rings of Saturn.'
"And Brien stood back looking at him—He was as naked as Brien was. He was as naked as a stone, or an eel, or a pot, or a new-born babe. He was very naked.
"So Brien of the O'Brien nation strode across the path and sat down by the side of a hedge:
"'The first man that passes this way,' said he, 'will give me his clothes, or I'll strangle him.'
"The seraph Cuchulain walked over to him:
"'I will take the clothes of the second man that passes,' said he, and he sat down."