“What is it?” he murmured.
“I have no vision,” she whispered. “I do not know.”
“You still think——?”
“I know it,” she said, “but I do not know when.”
He closed his eyes and turned again.
“We go through this door. Once out, you turn to the left, Buinne, and I to the right, and away each on a grand half-circle. When we meet we form in line and charge back to this same door: six feet between each man for sword-play; Buinne and I on the outside.”
“I shall be quite on the outside,” said Buinne.
“As you will, friend,” said Naoise. “Get to the bolts, Ainnle. You two will watch over each other?” he said, but it was at Buinne he looked.
“I shall bring him back,” said the gruff man.
“If one of Buinne’s hairs is touched,” Ardan boasted, “I shall give him one of my own hairs instead of it.”