… “But just supposing something did happen
to them,” pressed Connavor, “what then?”
“Then I’d have revenge,” said Fergus.
“On whom?” Asked Connavor.
“On whomever was responsible.”
“And what of my position Fergus,” said Connavor.
“Why, you would be blameless of course,” said Fergus,
“what harm could come to them from your royal hand?”
“Excellent,” said Connavor, “I knew you were my man.
I want you to go to the Sons of Ushna in Alba and fetch
them back to Ulster, tarry not on your return but head straight
for Emain Macha where a welcoming feast will await them.”
Then, Connavor spoke with Borrach the
hostellier, “you have a feast for me?”
“I have as well,” said Borrach, “yet it is too
expansive a feast to bring to Emhain Macha.”
“Then save it for Fergus mac Roigh on his
return to Erin,” said Connavor, “it is one
of his bindings never to refuse a feast.” …