'Then they go forth and unharness their horses at the meeting of the bog and the river, to the south above the fort of the others; and he threw the withe that was on the pillar as far as he could throw into the river and let it go with the stream, for this was a breach of geis to the sons of Nechta Scene. They perceive it then, and come to them. Cuchulainn goes to sleep by the pillar after throwing the withe at the stream; and he said to the charioteer: "Do not waken me for few; but waken me for many."
'Now the charioteer was very frightened, and he made ready their chariot and pulled its coverings and skins which were over Cuchulainn; for he dared not waken him, because Cuchulainn told him at first that he should not waken him for a few.
'Then come the sons of Nechta Scene.
'"Who is it who is there?" said one of them.
'"A little boy who has come to-day into the chariot for an expedition," said the charioteer.
'"May it not be for his happiness," said the champion; "and may it not be for his prosperity, his first taking of arms. Let him not be in our land, and let the horses not graze there any more," said the champion.
'"Their reins are in my hands," said the charioteer.
'"It should not be yours to earn hatred," said Ibar to the champion; "and the boy is asleep."
'"I am not a boy at all," said Cuchulainn; "but it is to seek battle with a man that the boy who is here has come."
'"That pleases me well," said the champion.