“What you saw shall come to pass, then?” Odran asked.
Brenna said, “The sons of the North are coming with their long ships and their thunder god to bring golden and red hair and blood and destruction to the shores of your green land.”
“And the son of Brighid?”
“Will be ready to fight, or he will die,” Brenna said.
Niamh arched an eyebrow. “You be careful with that lad,” she said. “I’ve seen him. He has quick hands and a quicker smile.”
Deagan laughed. “No one has quicker hands than our Brenna - have you seen her with a sword?”
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