“Who goes there?”
“The king’s men.”
“What do you want?”
“We want the woman who is with you.”
“Is that all you want?”
“And we want Naoise, the son of Uisneac.”
“They are both here,” said Naoise.
“Open this door,” the voice commanded.
“Ah, no,” Naoise laughed; “why should we do your business, honest man?”
There was no reply for a moment, but the rumble of conversation could be heard; then the voice came again: