Laeg

A high, wide, foxy man came where we sat in the hall, Getting our supper ready, with a great voice like the wind, And cried that there was a helmet, or something of the kind, That was for the foremost man upon the ridge of the earth. So I cried your name through the hall,

[The others cry out and blow horns, partly drowning the rest of his speech]

but they denied its worth, Preferring Laegaire or Conall, and they cried to drown my voice; But I have so strong a throat that I drowned all their noise Till they took to the hunting horns and blew them into my face, And as neither side would give in--we would settle it in this place. Let the Helmet be taken from Conall.