“Who asks admission at this hour?” he demanded.
“The sons of Uisneac.”
The guard stared.
“Come in, nobles, and sit for a moment while I seek instructions.”
“Let a message be sent to the king,” said Buinne, “that the protection of Fergus mac Roy and those he protects have arrived as he ordered.”
The chamberlain came, Scel, son of Barnene.
“The household have retired,” he said. “But the king sends his regrets and courtesies, and has instructed that his noble guests are to be lodged in the Red Branch for this night. A guard will escort you there.” He motioned to the captain of the guard, who ranged his men.
“Don’t forget about the edges you promised to do for me,” said Ardan to his brother.
“No wriggling, young lazy-bones,” Ainnle retorted. “You shall do your work and be respectful to your betters also.”
“Is not that man a tyrant?” said Ardan. He turned to the captain of the guard. “Hold me away from him, good sir,” he implored.