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Conall

He is coming now, there's a splash and a rumble along the strand

As when he came last.

Cuchulain

Come, and put all your backs to the door.

[A tall, red-headed, red-cloaked man stands upon the threshold against the misty green of the sea; the ground, higher without than within the house, makes him seem taller even than he is. He leans upon a great two-handed sword]

Laegaire

It is too late to shut it, for there he stands once more

And laughs like the sea.