Maeve, who had been listening from a distance away in the shadows, rose and spit at the ground as she turned to leave. She thought they were becoming all too spellbound with this dog-boy. He was of woundable flesh. He was but one person. She would hear no more of the boyhood deeds of Cu Chulainn tonight. He was making her quite ill actually.

The next day the army traveled over the mountain called Cruinn and Cu Chulainn was still in front of them. It was on this fateful day

that the Hound met Orlam's char-ioteer. Orlam was a son of Ailill and Maeve. While Orlam was a distance away in the forest cutting holly branches, Cu Chulainn
approached the charioteer who knelt beside the chariot with his back to the woods. Cu Chulainn thought at first that this was an Ulster charioteer, and disapproved of his audacity. There was a mighty army seconds away! He was also curious if this meant that Ulster already rising from its pangs. Cu Chulainn asked: