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Laegaire

[Singing, with a swaggering stride]

Laegaire is best;

Between water and hill,
He fought in the west
With cat heads, until
At the break of day
All fell by his sword,
And he carried away
Their hidden hoard.

[He seizes the Helmet]

Conall

Give it me, for what did you find in the bag

But the straw and the broken delf and the bits of dirty rag
You'd taken for good money?