“You did some damage?”
“Not badly.”
“You didn’t kill as many as I did,” said Ardan.
“Pooh!” Ainnle retorted. “No one could kill as many as you except Cúchulinn.”
“Let us arrange the next sortie,” said Naoise.
CHAPTER XIII
Conachúr had come to the Red Branch, and a great roar of cheering greeted him. He strode to the captain of his troop.
“Well, my soul?”
“We have begun, majesty.”
“How is it going?”