“Come with me,” Brenna said. She took up her sword, so Ciaran took his up too, doused the fire with a stray thought as he followed her through the trees, toward the shore.
“We going to train down on the beach? But Da might see,” Ciaran said.
Brenna shook her head. “Just look.” She paused, high up on the point overlooking the northern sea. “Can you see it?”
Ciaran squinted, but all he could see was the darkness where sea met sky. “See what?”
“You’ll see it. Just wait.”
And they waited, and waited, and then Ciaran saw them.
Longships.
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