His guest sat down.
“It is about Uisneac’s boys. You think they should come home?”
“Every one thinks so; there is a gap among your gentlemen while they are away.”
Conachúr nodded.
“There is an even worse gap among your captains.”
“It is so.”
“And among the boys growing from the troop,” Conall resumed, “there is no one to replace these three. They were already at the force of manhood, and even then their skill and knowledge were remarkable.”
“True,” Conachúr agreed. “They were trained by me.”
“The last six years of combat and ambuscade and flight will have made them but the better soldiers.”
The king strode to his visitor and laid a hand on his shoulder.