“I saw Iollann with no head on him, and I saw Buinne with his head safe on his shoulders.”
Naoise took her in his arms.
“Be glad,” he laughed, “that one of our friends will escape the doom you have planned for us all.”
But she stared at him in distraction.
“No friend of ours will escape,” she moaned.
“But Buinne kept his head on in your dream!”
“The man who had no head had been fighting for us, and the man who had a head was fighting against us,” she whispered.
Naoise was shocked.
“How you have changed, my one treasure,” he said mournfully.
She threw her arms about him.