And Cúchulainn saw the beautiful, bright youths playing hurley and games; and though he was fatigued after his march and travel, he went to their hurley, and if one of the youths was exulting, he held no converse with him until he had taken the ball from him over the border of the goal.
And one of the two leaders of the youths came to him and said: ‘My boy’, says he, ‘why hast thou taken the goal from me?’
‘If I have taken the goal from thee’, says Cúchulainn, ‘I will take it again with thee.’
‘By our word’, say the youths, ‘thou wouldst not have taken the goal that thou tookest from us if we had perceived thee from the beginning.’
‘Ye know it now’, says Cúchulainn, ‘and I will take the goal from you.’