‘Well, O damsel,’ says Cúchulainn, ‘'tis meet for me to go with these other cavaliers to Ireland.’
‘Thou shalt not go with them,’ says she, ‘until I bind a covenant of honour and friendship between you all, so that the world's men may never put one of you against the other to conflict or combat, for you are in no danger of any one else in the world imperilling you, unless it come from yourselves against you. And these are the injunctions I leave upon you, namely, if the better man of you seek combat with him who