I cut off a hundred heads with a single stroke of my sword,
And then I danced on their graves and carried away their hoard.
Laegaire
Does anything stir on the sea?
Conall
Not even a fish or a gull:
I can see for a mile or two, now that the moon’s at the full.
[A distant shout.]
Laegaire
Ah—there—there is someone who calls us.