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Conall

But from the landward side,

And we have nothing to fear that has not come up from the tide;
The rocks and the bushes cover whoever made that noise,
But the land will do us no harm.

Laegaire

It was like Cuchulain's voice.

Conall

But that's an impossible thing.

Laegaire

An impossible thing indeed.

Conall

For he will never come home, he has all that he could need