‘Swift are the wolves that have hunted thee, my son,’ saith his father.
‘'Tis this that has wounded us, thou old hero, an evil conflict with warriors,’ Conall Cernach replied.
‘Hast thou then news of Dá Derga's Hostel?’ asked Amorgin.
‘Is thy lord alive?’
‘He is not alive,’ says Conall.
‘I swear to God what the great tribes of Ulaid swear, it is cowardly for the man who went thereout alive, having left his lord with his foes in death.’
‘My wounds are not white, thou old hero,’ says Conall.