[Laying Helmet on table]
Did you claim to be better than us by drinking first from the cup?
Cuchulain
[His words are partly drowned by the murmurs of the crowd though he speaks very loud]
That juggler from the sea, that old red herring it is
Who has set us all by the ears—he brought the Helmet for this,
And because we would not quarrel he ran elsewhere to shout
That Conall and Laegaire wronged me, till all had fallen out.
[The murmur grows less so that his words are heard]