“Say what you have to say, herald.”
“If the woman Deirdre is put out through this door the troops will march away.”
“And what then?”
“No vengeance will be for ever exacted against the sons of Uisneac.”
“There is no answer,” said Naoise.
“I have yet a message,” said the voice.
“Deliver it.”
“It is for the ear of the sons of Fergus.”
Buinne strode forward.
“Deliver it,” he said.