Now that you are a withered old block,
Still am I an eagle cock.
BLIND MAN.
Listen to him, now. That’s the sort of talk I have to put up with day out, day in.
[The FOOL is putting the feathers into his hair. CUCHULAIN takes a handful of feathers out of a heap the FOOL has on the bench beside him, and out of the FOOL’S hair, and begins to wipe the blood from his sword with them.
FOOL.
He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that he is wiping from his sword.
CUCHULAIN.
[Goes up to door at back and throws away feathers.]
They are standing about his body. They will not awaken him, for all his witchcraft.
BLIND MAN.