The folk of Tara said to him: ‘It seems to us that our bullfeast and our spell of truth are a failure, if it be only a young, beardless lad that we have visioned therein.’
‘That is of no moment,’ quoth he. ‘For a young, generous king like me to be in the kingship is no disgrace, since the binding of Tara's pledges is mine by right of father and grandsire.’
‘Excellent! excellent!’ says the host. They set the kingship of Erin upon him. And he said: ‘I will enquire of wise men that I myself may be wise.’