I cannot speak; you are
clutching
me too tightly.
Yeats
He was a queen's son.
CUCHULAIN.
What queen? what queen? [_Seizes BLIND MAN, who is now sitting upon the
bench. _] Was it Scathach? There were many queens. All the rulers there
were queens.
BLIND MAN.
No, not Scathach.
CUCHULAIN.
It was Uathach, then? Speak! speak!
BLIND MAN.
I cannot speak; you are clutching me too tightly. [_CUCHULAIN lets him
go. _] I cannot remember who it was. I am not certain. It was some queen.
FOOL.
He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife's son.
CUCHULAIN.
She? No, no! She had no son when I was there.
FOOL.
That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
CUCHULAIN.
I had rather he had been some other woman's son. What father had he?
