Note 1-1 — Footnotes.

"Thou art of our hosts, O Fergus," said Medb; W. 753. 1avert this necessity from us,1 and do thou draw the fork for us from the bed of the ford." "Let a chariot be brought me," cried Fergus, 2"till I draw it out, that it may be seen that its butt is of one hewing."2 And a chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus laid hold 3with a truly mighty grip3 on the fork, and he made splinters and *LL. fo. 61a. scraps of the chariot. "Let another chariot be brought me," cried Fergus. 4Another4 chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus made a tug at the fork and again made fragments and splinters of the chariot, 5both its box and its yoke and its wheels.5 "Again let a chariot be brought me," cried Fergus. And Fergus exerted his strength on the fork, and made pieces and bits of the chariot. There where the seventeena chariots of the Connachtmen's chariots were, Fergus made pieces and bits of them all, and yet he failed to draw the fork from the bed of the ford. "Come now, let it be, O Fergus," cried Medb; "break our people's chariots no more. For hadst thou not been now engaged on this hosting, 6by this time6 should we have come to Ulster, driving divers spoils and cattle-herds with us. We wot wherefore thou workest all this, to delay and detain the host till the Ulstermen rise from their 'Pains' and offer us battle, the battle of the Táin."