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THE GREEN HELMET
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.
A Stable Boy
