[Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly.] Yes, I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
[They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out Cuchullain and certain Young Kings come in at the side door. Cuchullain, though still young, is a good deal older than the others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about Cuchullain with wondering attention.
First Young King.
You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
Second Young King.
He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad’s Hill
This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.
Cuchullain.