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.