Note 5-5 — Footnotes.

Thereupon Medb summoned Fergus to 5go forth and5 contend and fight with Cuchulain, 6to drive him off from them on the ford6 7at the early morning-hour7 8on the morrow,8 for that the men of Erin had failed her 9to go and do battle with him.9 "Ill would it befit me," quoth Fergus, "to fight with a callow young lad without any beard, and mine own disciple, 10the fosterling of Ulster,10 11the foster-child that sat on Conchobar's knee, the lad from Craeb Ruad ('Red Branch')."11 Howbeit Medb W. 2861. murmured sore that Fergus foreswore her combat and battle. 1They filled him with wine till he was heavily drunken and then they questioned him about going to the combat.1 They bode the night in that place. Early on the morrow Fergus arose, 2since they importuned him urgently,2 3and his horses were got ready for him and his chariot harnessed3 and he fared forth to the place of combat where Cuchulain was.