"We'll draw straws for who goes and who stays," said McTee.
Kate picked up two bits of wood.
"The short one stays," she said.
"Draw," said Harrigan in a low voice.
"I was taught manners young," said McTee. "After you."
They exchanged glares again. The whole sense of her power over these giants came home to her as she watched them fighting their duel of the eyes.
"You suggested it," she said to McTee.
He stepped forward with an expression as grim as that of a prize fighter facing an antagonist of unknown prowess. Once and again his hand hovered above the sticks before he drew.
"You've chosen the walk to the hill," she said, and showed the shorter stick. "Do you mind?"
"No," mocked Harrigan, "he always walks after meals."