(starting back) It is no man.
I felt some evil thing that dried my heart
When my lips touched it.
EMER
No, his body stirs;
The pressure of your mouth has called him home;
He has thrown the changeling out.
EITHNE INGUBA
(going further off) Look at that arm
That arm is withered to the very socket.
EMER
(going up to the bed)
What do you come for and from where?
FIGURE of CUCHULAIN
I have come
From Mananan's court upon a bridleless horse.