On the morrow he went to play against the lads in the meadow.9 His fosterer saw him. He plies a one-stemmed thorn on Labraid's back and head. Apparently, saith he, the murder thou hast (to do) is a murder by a boy! Ill for thee, my lad, to invite the king of Erin with thirty kings, and not to be in their presence, meeting their desire.