Note a — Footnotes.
Joseph Dunn translation
The charioteer wheeled the chariot again towards the W. 1871. ford. They brought the lefta board to face the pair in a line with the ford. Laeg marked 1this and he cried1 2to Cuchulain2: ("Wist thou) the last chariot-fighter that was here a while ago, O Cucuc?" "What of him?" asked Cuchulain. "He has brought his left board towards us in the direction of the ford." "It is Etarcumul, O gilla, who seeks me in combat. 3I owe no refusal,3 but far from pleased am I thereat 4that he should come and seek combat of me. And unwelcome is his coming,4 because of the honour of my foster-father 5Fergus5 under whom he came forth from the camp 6of the men of Erin.6 But not that I would protect him do I thus. Fetch me my arms, gilla, to the ford. 7Bring me my horse and my chariot after me.7 I deem it no honour for myself if 8the fellow8 reaches the ford before me." And straightway Cuchulain betook himself to the ford, and he bared his sword over his fair, well-knit spalls and he was ready on the ford to await Etarcumul.