It is the horseboys and the huntboys and the scullions quarrelling. I know the sound, for I have heard it often of late. It is a good thing that you are home, Cuchulain, for it is your own horseboy and chariot-driver, Laeg, that is the worst of all, and now you will keep him quiet. They take down the great hunting-horns when they cannot drown one another’s voices by shouting. There—there—do you hear them now? [_Shouting so as to be heard above the noise._] I drink to your good health, Cuchulain, and to your young wife, though it were well if she did not quarrel with my wife. _Many men, among whom is LAEG, chariot-driver of CUCHULAIN, come in with great horns of many fantastic shapes._ LAEG. I am Cuchulain’s chariot-driver, and I say that my master is the best. ANOTHER. He is not, but Leagerie is. ANOTHER. No, but Conal is. LAEG. Make them listen to me, Cuchulain. ANOTHER. No, but listen to me. LAEG. When I said Cuchulain should have the Helmet, they blew the horns. ANOTHER. Conal has it. The best man has it. CUCHULAIN. Silence, all of you. What is all this uproar, Laeg, and who began it? [_The _Scullions_ and the _Horseboys_ point at LAEG and cry, ‘_He began it_.’ They keep up an all but continual murmur through what follows._ LAEG. A man with a red beard came where we were sitting, and as he passed me he cried out that they were taking a golden helmet or some such thing from you and denying you the championship of Ireland. I stood up on that and I cried out that you were the best of the men of Ireland. But the others cried for Leagerie or Conal, and because I have a big voice they got down the horns to drown my voice, and as neither I nor they would keep silent we have come here to settle it. I demand that the Helmet be taken from Conal and be given to you. [_The _Horseboys_ and the _Scullions_ shout, ‘_No, no; give it to Leagerie_,’ ‘_The best man has it_,’ etc._ CUCHULAIN. It has not been given to Conal or to anyone. I have made it into a drinking-cup that it may belong to all. I drank and then Conal drank. Give it to Leagerie, Conal, that he may drink. That will make them see that it belongs to all of us. A SCULLION OR HORSEBOY. Cuchulain is right. ANOTHER. Cuchulain is right, and I am tired blowing on the big horn. LAEG. Cuchulain, you drank first. ANOTHER. He gives it to Leagerie now, but he has taken the honour of it for himself. Did you hear him say he drank the first? He claimed to be the best by drinking first. ANOTHER. Did Cuchulain drink the first? LAEG [_triumphantly_]. You drank the first, Cuchulain. CONAL. Did you claim to be better than us by drinking first? [_LEAGERIE and CONAL draw their swords._ CUCHULAIN.