“It must give shortly,” said the captain, “but there will be no entrance when the door is down.”
“No?” said Conachúr.
“They will have the inside barricaded, and our men will not dare that narrow, black, impeded passage. We could leave an hundred dead in that doorway and be no farther.”
“There is Buinne,” the captain continued, as a shout came from the side.
“Buinne,” said Conachúr, “you will fight for me?”
“My lordship, Conachúr?” said the gruff young man.
“It shall be as I said, and more,” said the king. (It was given as promised, and was known for long as Dal Buinne, but it is now called Slieve Fuad.)
Buinne told what he could of the defence, but, as the captain had foreseen, there was nothing to tell.
“This door,” said Conachúr, “will be down shortly. Have they barricaded it on the inside?”