You have eaten it, you have eaten it! You have left me nothing but the bones. [_He throws BLIND MAN down by big chair._ BLIND MAN. O, that I should have to endure such a plague! O, I ache all over! O, I am pulled to pieces! This is the way you pay me all the good I have done you! FOOL. You have eaten it! You have told me lies. I might have known you had eaten it when I saw your slow, sleepy walk. Lie there till the kings come. O, I will tell Conchubar and Cuchulain and all the kings about you! BLIND MAN. What would have happened to you but for me, and you without your wits? If I did not take care of you, what would you do for food and warmth? FOOL. You take care of me! You stay safe, and send me into every kind of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gulls’ eggs while you warmed your blind eyes in the sun; and then you ate all that were good for food. You left me the eggs that were neither egg nor bird. [_BLIND MAN tries to rise; FOOL makes him lie down again._] Keep quiet now, till I shut the door. There is some noise outside—a high vexing noise, so that I can’t be listening to myself. [_Shuts the big door._] Why can’t they be quiet! why can’t they be quiet! [_BLIND MAN tries to get away._] Ah! you would get away, would you! [_Follows BLIND MAN and brings him back._] Lie there! lie there! No, you won’t get away! Lie there till the kings come. I’ll tell them all about you. I will tell it all. How you sit warming yourself, when you have made me light a fire of sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth. Do you not always make me take the windy side of the bush when it blows, and the rainy side when it rains? BLIND MAN. Oh, good Fool! listen to me. Think of the care I have taken of you. I have brought you to many a warm hearth, where there was a good welcome for you, but you would not stay there; you were always wandering about. FOOL. The last time you brought me in it was not I who wandered away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the pot when nobody was looking. Keep quiet, now! CUCHULAIN [_rushing in_]. Witchcraft! There is no witchcraft on the earth, or among the witches of the air, that these hands cannot break. FOOL. Listen to me, Cuchulain. I left him turning the fowl at the fire. He ate it all, though I had stolen it. He left me nothing but the feathers. CUCHULAIN. Fill me a horn of ale! BLIND MAN. I gave him what he likes best. You do not know how vain this fool is. He likes nothing so well as a feather. FOOL. He left me nothing but the bones and feathers. Nothing but the feathers, though I had stolen it. CUCHULAIN. Give me that horn! Quarrels here, too! [_Drinks._] What is there between you two that is worth a quarrel? Out with it! BLIND MAN.