Note 1-1 — Footnotes.

"And the lad was told the tales of the boys and the boy-troop in Emain; and the child said to his mother, he would go to have part in the games on the play-field of Emain. "It is too soon for thee, little son," said his mother; "wait till there go with thee a champion of the champions of W. 880. Ulster, or some of the attendants of Conchobar to enjoin thy protection and thy safety on the boy-troop." "I think it too long for that, my mother," the little lad answered, "I will not wait for it. But do thou show me what place lies Emain 1Macha."1 2"Northwards, there;2 it is far away from thee," said his mother, "the place wherein it lies, 3and the way is hard.3 Sliab Fuait lies between thee and Emain." "At all hazards, I will essay it," he answered.