Why dost thou not reckon me, oh maiden, with those strong men? said Cuchulaind. If thy deeds have been recounted, why should I not reckon thee among them? Truly, I swear, oh maiden, said Cuchulaind, that I shall make my deeds recounted among the glories of the strength of heroes. What then is thy strength? said Emer. Not hard to tell, truly, said he. When I am weak in fight, I defend twenty. Sufficient for thirty is a third of my strength. I alone make combat against forty. My protection guards a hundred. Fords and battlefields are avoided for fear and dread of me. Hosts and multitudes and many armed men flee with the terror of my face.