"Son of Daman of white cheeks,
Shouldst thou check this heroes' Hound,
E'er so long thy fame will live,
When thou comest from Ferdiad's Ford!"[1]
[2]Then said they, one and all, those gifts were great. [3]"'Tis true, they are great.[3] But though they are," said W. 3113. Ferdiad, "with Medb herself I will leave them, and I will not accept them if it be to do battle or combat with my foster-brother, the man of my alliance and affection, [1]and my equal in skill of arms,[1] namely, with Cuchulain." And he said:—
"Greatest toil, [2]this, greatest toil,[2]
Battle with the Hound of gore!
Liefer would I battle twice
With two hundred men of Fal!