Note 3-3 — Footnotes.

"Then came the second son out on the green, 3his name3 Tuachall ('the Cunning') son of Necht. "Aha, I see thou wouldst boast of this deed," quoth Tuachall. "In the first place I deem it no cause to boast for slaying one champion," said Cuchulain; "thou shalt not boast of it this time, for thou shalt fall by my hand." "Off with thee for thine arms, then, for 'tis not as a warrior thou art come." The man rushed after his arms. "Thou shouldst have a care for us against yon man, lad," said Ibar. "How so?" the lad asked. "Tuachall son of Necht is the man thou beholdest. 4And he is nowise miss-named, for he falls not by arms at all.4 Unless thou worstest him with the first blow or with the first shot or with the first touch, *LL. fo. 67a. thou wilt not worst him W. 1283. ever, because of his craftiness and the skill wherewith he plays round the points of the weapons." "That should not be said before me, O Ibar," cried the lad. 1"I swear by the god by whom my people swear, he shall never again ply his skill on the men of Ulster.1 I will put my hand on Conchobar's well-tempered lance, on the Craisech Nemè ('the Venomous Lance'). 2It will be an outlaw's hand to him.2 It will light on the shield over his belly, and it will crush through his ribs on the farther side after piercing his heart in his breast. That would be the smiting cast of an enemy and not the friendliness of a fellow countryman!a From me he shall not get sick-nursing or care till the brink of doom."