And Cúchulainn beheaded Cuar son of Scáthach, without regard to their fellow-pupilship, and he brought the head to the door of the bower in which Scáthach was, and asked if Scáthach was there.
‘What is it, my lad?’ says Scáthach.
‘Dost thou recognise this head, O queen?’ quoth he.
‘I do,’ says Scáthach; ‘and violent is the deed thou hast done, O youth! And come inside till day,’ she says, ‘a that a bed may be made for thee at my own feet, and that thou mayst be leeched and healed till a quarter's end.’