LEAGERIE. Nobody of living men but us two must ever know that. CONAL [_outside door_]. Go away, go away! [_A YOUNG MAN covered by a long cloak is standing upon the rocks outside door._ YOUNG MAN. I am a traveller, and I am looking for sleep and food. CONAL. A law has been made that nobody is to come into this house to-night. YOUNG MAN. Who made that law? CONAL. We two made it, and who has so good a right? for we have to guard this house and to keep it from robbery, and from burning and from enchantment. YOUNG MAN. Then I will unmake the law. Out of my way! [_He struggles with CONAL and shoves past into the house._ CONAL. I thought no living man but Leagerie could have stood against me; and Leagerie himself could not have shoved past me. What is more, no living man could if I were not taken by surprise. How could I expect to find so great a strength? LEAGERIE. Go out of this: there is another house a little further along the shore; our wives are there with their servants, and they will give you food and drink. YOUNG MAN. It is in this house I will have food and drink. LEAGERIE [_drawing his sword_]. Go out of this, or I will make you. [_The YOUNG MAN seizes LEAGERIE’S arm, and thrusting it up, passes him, and puts his shield over the chair where there is an empty place._ YOUNG MAN [_at table_]. It is here I will spend the night, but I won’t tell you why till I have drunk. I am thirsty. What, the flagon full and the cups empty and Leagerie and Conal there! Why, what’s in the wind that Leagerie and Conal cannot drink? LEAGERIE. It is Cuchulain. CONAL. Better go away to Scotland again, or if you stay here ask no one what has happened or what is going to happen. CUCHULAIN. What more is there that can happen so strange as that I should come home after years and that you should bid me begone? CONAL. I tell you that this is no fit house to welcome you, for it is a disgraced house. CUCHULAIN. What is it you are hinting at? You were sitting there with ale beside you and the door open, and quarrelsome thoughts. You are waiting for something or someone. It is for some messenger who is to bring you to some spoil, or to some adventure that you will keep for yourselves. LEAGERIE. Better tell him, for he has such luck that it may be his luck will amend ours. CONAL. Yes, I had better tell him, for even now at this very door we saw what luck he had. He had the slope of the ground to help him. Is the sea quiet? LEAGERIE [_looks out of window_]. There is nothing stirring. CONAL.