“I killed a million,” said Ardan.
A savage, raging yell came from without.
“They will begin to warm to it now,” said Naoise, “and we must keep them occupied. It is your turn, Ainnle. Give your sling to Ardan.”
Ainnle whizzed at one window and Deirdre at another. Two loud shouts were heard.
“Whether they are hit or not their skulls are cracked by the fall,” said Naoise, “but the windows do not matter. Come to this door.”
“Why cannot I go out?” said Buinne.
“You and I are the heaviest metal, my heart, and when the real fighting commences we shall have plenty to do. This is only a little fun for the boys. Ainnle, listen carefully. You will slip out by this door, and will run, and fight as you run. Range where you please, but run always. In five minutes—do not delay, Ainnle—make for yonder door. This one will be shut, and the slings-men will be inside that door to cover your retreat. It is understood?”
Ainnle nodded, and made his blade whistle through the air. He heaved the shield from his back to his shoulder.
“The instant you are in, Ainnle, fly to this door again, while we close the other behind you. Open all the bolts but one; Buinne will help, and I and Iollann will dart out for five minutes. I wish to see what arrangements they are making.”
“Are you protecting my brother?” said Buinne savagely.