Note 9-9 — Footnotes.

At that Ailill spoke to his own charioteer, Ferloga, to wit: "Fetch me a quick sword that wounds the skin, O gilla," said Ailill. 9"A year to-day I put that sword in thy hand in the flower of its condition and bloom.9 I give my word, if its bloom and condition be the worse at thy hands this day than the day I gave it 10thee10 on the hillside of Cruachan Ai 11in the borders of Ulster,11 though thou hadst the men of Erin and of Alba to rescue thee from me to-day, they would not all save thee!"