CUCHULLAIN.
It was Uathach then. Speak, speak!
FINTAIN.
I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly. (Cuchullain lets him go.) I cannot remember who it was. I am not certain. It was some Queen.
BARACH.
He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife’s son.
CUCHULLAIN.
She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
BARACH.