Conachúr mused, and turned thoughtful eyes on his companion.
“If anything happened to these three while they were under your protection, Fergus, what would you do?”
“I would kill the person who interfered with my protection.”
“No matter who it was?”
“No matter who it was.”
“I wonder would our mutual love withstand even an attack on honour,” said Conachúr thoughtfully. “There are bounds to love, but I doubt that I could lift a hand against you even if you attacked my honour.”
“Our love is a great bond,” said Fergus simply; “it would be hard to destroy.”
“Nevertheless,” the king smiled, “if I injured your honour—say that I attacked these sons of Uisneac while in your surety, your affection for me would scarcely withstand that.”
“That would be a hard case indeed,” Fergus laughed.
“You would kill me?” the king queried with a genial smile.