Note 6-6 — Footnotes.

Thereupon the driver wheeled the chariot. They fared thither towards the ford. 6Fergus turned to rebuke Cuchulain.6 "How darest thou offend me, thou wild, 7perverse, little7 elf-man," cried Fergus, "in him that came under my safeguard and protection? 8Thou thinkest my club short."8 *LL. fo. 72b. 9"Be not wroth with me, my master Fergus," said Cuchulain.9 "After the nurture and care thou didst bestow on me 10and the Ulstermen bestowed and Conchobar10 tell me, which wouldst thou hold better, 11for the Ulstermen to be conquered without anyone to punish them but me alone and11 for him to triumph and boast over me, or for me to triumph and boast over him? And yet more, 12of his own fault he fell.12 Ask his own gilla which of us was in fault in respect of the other; 13it was none other but he.13a 1Reproach me not, O Fergus my master." He bent down so that Fergus' chariot went past him thrice. "Ask his charioteer, is it I that have caused it?" "Not thou indeed," answered his charioteer. "He said," Cuchulain went on, "he would not go till either he took my head or he left me his own."1 2Then Etarcumul's gilla related to Fergus how it all befel. When Fergus heard that, what he said was:2 W. 1921. "Liefer to me what thou hast done, 3O fosterling," said Fergus, "that Etarcumul is slain, and3 a blessing on the hand that smote him, 4for it is he that was overweening."4