She? No, no! She had no son when I was there.
FOOL.
That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
CUCHULAIN.
I had rather he had been some other woman’s son. What father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman—a proud, pale, amorous woman.
BLIND MAN.
None knew whose son he was.
CUCHULAIN.
None knew! Did you know, old listener at doors?
BLIND MAN.