Cuchullain.
What Queen, what Queen? [He seizes the blind man.] Was it Scathach? There were many Queens. All the rulers were Queens.
Fintain.
No, not Scathach.
Cuchullain.
It was Uathach, then. Speak, speak!
Fintain.
I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly. [Cuchullain lets him go.] I cannot remember who it was. I am not certain. It was some Queen.
Barach.
He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife’s son.