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 The kindest of all Shape-Changers from here to the world's end, The best of all tipsy companions. And now I bring you a gift: I will lay it there on the ground for the best of you all to lift, [He lays his Helmet on the ground] And wear upon his own head, and choose for yourselves the best. O! Laegaire and Conall are brave, but they were afraid of my jest. Well, maybe I jest too grimly when the ale is in the cup. There, I'm forgiven now— [Then in a more solemn voice as he goes out] Let the bravest take it up. [ takes up Helmet and gazes at it with delight]