And he himself remained in the house that night, and on the morrow in the morning he fared forward to the door of the bower wherein was Scáthach, and asked if Scáthach was there.
‘What is it, my lad?’ says Scáthach.
‘I am now demanding of thee the mass of jewels and treasures and wealth of the youths of the world, which thou hast (kept) without giving to them.’
‘O young lad’, quoth she, ‘there are many warriors here fitter than thou to ask that and to avenge.’
‘They have not been able to do it’, says Cúchulainn; ‘and I am able to avenge it and demand it.’