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 Conall has got it, the best man has got it, and I am his man.

Who was it started this quarrel?

It was Laeg.

It was Laeg done it all.

A high, wide, foxy man came where we sat in the hall, Getting our supper ready, with a great voice like the wind, And cried that there was a helmet, or something of the kind,