"They have often been seen on their backs on the roads of rushy Dedah, and many a fat steer have they left with me." "It was a fat bullock thou didst have with thee once upon a day," replied Moonremar of Ulster, "even thine own brother, and by the rushy road of Conlad he came and went not back." "'Twas a better man than he, even Irloth, son of Fergus mac Leda, who fell by the hand of Echbael in Tara Luachra," replied Lugad of Munster.
"Echbael ?" cried Keltchar, son of Uthecar Hornskin of Ulster.

"Is it of him ye boast, whom I myself slew and cut off his head ?" And thus the heroes bandied about the tales and taunts of their victories, until at length Ket, son of Maga of the Connachtmen, arose and stood over the boar and took the knife into his hand.

"Now," he cried, "let one man in Ulster match his deeds with mine, or else hold ye your peace and let me carve the boar!" For a while there was silence, and then Conor King of Ulster, said to Logary the Triumphant, "Stay that for me." So Logary arose and said, "Ket shall never carve the boar for all of us." "Not so fast, Logary," said Ket.

"It is the custom among you Ulstermen that when a youth first takes arms he comes to prove himself on us.

So didst thou, Logary, and we met thee at the border.