“What are you doing here?”
“We were involved in a dastardly ritual when the sight of the dragon-boats disrupted our vile magic,” Niamh said dryly.
Eoghan twitched.
“Though you may hate us,” Deagan said, “this country is ours as much as it is yours, and we’ll defend it to our deaths.”
“Aye,” Eoghan said. “The village men are coming as well.”
About fifty men came careening across the sands, Ciaran loping at the head of them. Most were armed with fishing spears or farming implements.
“We’re doomed,” Malachy said.
“No,” Odran said, turning sightless eyes toward Ciaran, “we’re not.”
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