Leagerie of the Battle

Has put to the sword

The cat-headed men

And carried away

Their hidden gold.

[He snatches Helmet at the last word.

CONAL.

Give it back to me, I say. What was the treasure but withered leaves when you got to your own door?

CUCHULAIN.
[Taking the Helmet from LEAGERIE.]

Give it to me, I say.