For we wander north and south;

Over other lands we stray!"

Fergus:

"Medb, why art thou so perturbed?

There's no treacherous purpose here.

Ulster's land it is, O queen,

Over which I've led thy host!"

Medb:

"Ailill, splendid with his hosts,

[1]Fears thee lest thou should'st betray.[1]