‘On thee be thine evil and thy sorrowful sin, O spectral, shrivelled phantom!’ says she: ‘'tis shameful to commit woman-slaughter. And thou couldst have sent me whole from thee, without hurting me greatly like that.’
‘I prefer to put thee thus from me,’ says Cúchulainn, ‘so that the disgrace and contempt of it may be the greater to thee.’
‘I would forgive thee now,’ says the damsel, ‘for the sore hurting thou gavest me, provided I am not put out of thy bed tonight.’
‘Thou wast lying in wait to stay’, says Cúchulainn ‘and thou shalt not remain here tonight.’
‘I would adjudge good rewards to thee,’ says the damsel, ‘if I am not put from thee tonight only, so that my mother will give thee the three feats which she has, and which she has not given to anyone, namely, Cuar's feat and Catt's feat and the feat of eight waters.’