Touching Cúchulainn, he gave neither care nor heed to the damsel, for he deemed it neither honourable nor sensible to speak to her, as she was alone after her following fled front her. And he fared forward after his comrades, and did not tell them of that deed. Then they came to the gate of the fortress, and they strike a blow of the knocker on the door, and the doorkeeper asked who was there.
‘We are a band of Irish cavaliers’, they say, ‘come out of the world in the east, after completing our training.’