"What thou askest is too much,
After slaughtering our fair troops,
That we keep but steeds and gauds,
All because of one sole man!"
Cuchulain:
"Eocho's daughter, fair, of Fal,
I'm not good at wars of words;
Though a warrior—[b] fair the cheer—[b]
Counsel mine is little worth!"
Medb: