Note 6-6 — Footnotes.

"Then came one of the macNechta on to the fair-green, to wit, Foill son of Necht. 6Then was the charioteer sore afraid, for he durst not waken him, for Cuchulain had told him at first not to waken him for a few.6 "Unyoke not the horses, gilla," cried Foill. "I am not fain to, at all," answered Ibar; "the reins and the lines are still in my hand." "Whose horses are those, then?" Foill asked. W. 1246. "Two of Conchobar's horses," answered the gilla; "the two of the dappled heads." "That is the knowledge I have of them. And what hath brought these steeds here to the borders?" "A tender youth that has assumed arms amongst us 1to-day for luck and good omen,"1 the horseboy answered, "is come to the edges of the marshes to display his comeliness." "May it not be for victory nor for triumph, 2his first-taking of arms,"2 exclaimed Foill. 3"Let him not stop in our land and let the horses not graze here any longer.3 If I knew he was fit for deeds, it is dead he should go back northwards to Emain and not alive!" "In good sooth, he is not fit for deeds," Ibar answered; "it is by no means right to say it of him; it is the seventh year since he was taken from the crib. 4Think not to earn enmity,"a Ibar said further to the warrior; "and moreover the child sleepeth."4