Of a fierce woman.
(Concobar, a man much older than Cuchullain, has come in through the great door at the back. He has many Kings about him. One of these Kings, Daire, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk.)
CONCOBAR.
(To one of those about him.) Has the ship gone yet? We have need of more bronze workers and that ship I sent to Africa for gold is late.
CUCHULLAIN.
I knew their talk.
CONCOBAR.
(Seeing Cuchullain.) You are before us, King.
CUCHULLAIN.