Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.
[He goes to the back of stage to welcome a company of Kings who come in through the great door. The other Kings gradually get into their places. Cuchullain sits in his great chair with certain of the young men standing around him. Others of the young men, however, remain with Daire at the ale vat. Daire holds out the horn of ale to one or two of the older Kings as they pass him going to their places. They pass him by, most of them silently refusing.
Daire.
Will you not drink?
An Old King.
Not till the council’s over.
A Young King.
But I’ll drink, Daire.
Another Young King.
Fill me a horn too, Daire.