On the morrow Cúchulainn fared forth to the Bridge of the Leaps; and at that time Scáthach was thus: in her feat-basket, and she did not feel Cúchulainn over her with a naked sword in his hand; and she saw the sheen and brightness of the sword between her and a ray of light, and Scáthach turned on the [...] of his shoulder, and this she said: ‘What is that, O little Cú?’
‘I desire’, saith Cúchulainn, ‘to inflict death and extinction upon thee.’
‘'Tis better to give me quarter’, says Scáthach, ‘and to get good rewards from me.’
‘What are the rewards?’ asks Cúchulainn.
‘The rewards that thou thyself desirest’, says Scáthach. ‘They are, then,’ says Cúchulainn, ‘those three feats of thine which thou hast never given to anyone before me, and the ‘friendship of thy thighs’, and also (thy) daughter.’