“Hark to them battering,” said Iollann.
“How angry some people get!” Ardan giggled.
“Let us make a full sortie,” Buinne cried. “We five could eat those soldiers.”
“One must be left for the door,” Naoise replied. “Ardan——”
“No door for me!” said Ardan violently.
“Ainnle,” said Naoise, “our lives will depend on the doorman.”
“I shall go out the next time all by myself,” Ainnle bargained.
His brother nodded, while Ardan danced for joy.
“Pooh!” Ainnle gibed. “He thinks he is Cúchulinn!”