Buinne stood up.
“Naoise,” he said sternly.
“My soul?” said Naoise.
“You interfered in my combat.”
“Your end of the line was almost too heavy for any man, dear heart.”
“You did it twice.”
“Thirty feet out is a great distance. All the press was in your path. I did but lighten it when my own front was easy.”
“I will accept no man’s assistance,” said Buinne.
“We are comrades,” Naoise replied gently. “We give and take help.”
“Did I call for help?” the other growled.