[He is silent a moment, then speaks to all.
Yet look upon me, Kings;
I too am of that ancient seed and carry
The signs about this body and in these bones.
Cuchullain.
To have shown the hawk’s gray feather is enough,
And you speak highly too.
[Cuchullain comes down from his great chair. He remains standing on the steps of the chair. The Young Kings gather about him and begin to arm him.
Give me that helmet!
I’d thought they had grown weary sending champions.