Cuchullain.
She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
Barach.
That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
Cuchullain.
I had rather he had been
some other woman’s son. What father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud, pale amorous woman.
Fintain.
None knew whose son he was.
Cuchullain.