'Whence are you?' said Cuchulainn.
'The charioteer of Orlam, son of Ailill and Medb,' said he. 'And you?' said the charioteer.
'My name is Cuchulainn,' said he.
'Alas!' said the charioteer.
'Fear nothing,' said Cuchulainn. 'Where is your master?' said he.
'He is in the trench yonder,' said the charioteer.
'Go forth then with me,' said Cuchulainn, 'for I do not kill charioteers at all.'
Cuchulainn goes to Orlam, kills him, cuts his head off, and shakes his head before the host. Then he puts the head on the charioteer's back, and said to him:
'Take that with you,' said Cuchulainn, 'and go to the camp thus. If you do not go thus, a stone will come to you from my sling.'
When he got near the camp, he took the head from his back, and told his adventures to Ailill and Medb.