He flung a lance at me.

I seized the same lance and flung it back, and it shore off his hand, and it lay there on the field before him.

Shall that man's son measure himself with me ?" And Angus went to his bench and sat down.
"Keep up the contest," then cried Ket tauntingly, "or let me divide the boar." "That thou shalt not," cried another Ulster warrior of great stature.

"And who is this ?" said Ket.

"Owen Mor, King of Fermag," said the Ulstermen.