Note 4-4 — Footnotes.

4Not long was the battle-victorious Hound there when he heard a sound and an uproar.4 "Behold, O Laeg," cried Cuchulain; "5who of the host of the foe have come into this land to carry off a share of cattle and booty from the province wherein they came?5 How bold are the ways of the Ulstermen, if it be they that cut down the woods in this fashion in the face of the men of Erin. But, 6check the horses and hold the chariot.6 Tarry thou here a little, till I know who cuts down the woods in this manner." Then Cuchulain went on till he came up to 7Orlam's7 charioteer, W. 1401. 1to stop him; he thought he was one of the men of Ulster.1 "What dost thou here, gilla?" asked Cuchulain. "Indeed, then," answered the gilla, "I cut chariot-poles from this holm, because our chariots were broken yesterday in pursuit of that famous wildling, namely Cuchulain. And for thy manhood's sake, young warrior, pray come to my aid, so that that famous Cuchulain come not upon me." "Take thy choice, gilla," said Cuchulain, "to gather or to trim them, either." "I will see to gathering them, for it is easier," 2the gilla answered.2 Cuchulain started to cut the poles and he drew them between the forks of his feet and his hands against their bends and their knots, so that he made them smooth and straight and slippery and trimmed; he polished them so that not even a midge could find footing thereon when he had passed them away from him. Then full sure the gilla gazed upon him. "Far then, meseems, from fitting is the task I put on thee. 3And for love of thy valour,3 who art thou, say, O warrior?" the gilla asked, 4for he was sore affrighted.4 "That same renowned Cuchulain am I of whom thou spakest 5a while ago5 in the morning." "Woe is me then, by reason of this," cried the gilla; "for this am I lost forever." *LL. fo. 68b. 6"Whence comest thou 7and who art thou7?" Cuchulain asked. "Charioteer am I of Orlam, Ailill's son and Medb's,"6 8said he.8 9"Fear nothing;9 I will not slay thee at all, boy," said Cuchulain; "for I slay nor charioteers nor horseboys nor persons unarmed. But, prithee, where is thy master, 10gilla10?" "Over yonder by the trench, 11with his back to the pillar-stone,11" answered the gilla. "Off with thee thither to him and bear him a warning that he be on his guard. For if we meet he shall fall by my hand."