Note 1-1 — Footnotes.

LL. fo. 70b. "Our hosts will not last long in this fashion," said Medb, "if Cuchulain slays a hundred of our warriors every night. Wherefore is a proposal not made to him and do we not parley with him?" "What might the proposal be?" asked Ailill. "Let the cattle that have milk be given to him and the captive women from amongst our booty. And he on his side shall check his staff-sling from the men of Erin and give leave to the hosts to sleep, 1even though he slay them by day."1 "Who shall go with that proposal?" Ailill asked. "Who," answered Medb, "but macRoth the 2chief2 runner!" "Nay, but I will not go," said macRoth, "for I am in no way experienced and know not where Cuchulain may be, 3and even though I should meet him, I should not know him.3" "Ask Fergus," quoth Medb; "like enough he knows 4where he is.4" "Nay, then, I know it not," answered Fergus; "but I trow he is 5in the snow5 between Fochain and the sea, taking the wind and the sun after his sleeplessness last night, killing and slaughtering the host single handed." And so it truly was. 6Then on that errand to Delga macRoth set forth, the messenger of Ailill and Medb. He it is that circles Erin in one day. There it is that Fergus opined that Cuchulain would be, in Delga.6