But little by little the vast building became full of smoke, and in a while a fierce roar and crackling was heard also.
Naoise was again the hardy leader.
“They have fired the fortress! We do not know what happened while Iollann was away, but Conachúr has reached the end of the world. Who could have foretold that he would fire the Red Branch! We must prepare for all that can happen.”
“We are not dead yet,” said Ardan.
“What do you counsel, brother?” said Ainnle.
“Sit down, there is less smoke on the floor.”
A ruddy glare could be seen by each window.
“Fire is laid all round the building. We must make our plans quickly.”
Ainnle turned gleefully to his younger brother.
“You shall run after all, my poor friend.”