The people in the camp wore little more than rags; Ciaran could see blue patterns on their skin. They greeted Odran with respect, Niamh and Deagan with fondness, Brenna with wariness. Ciaran they ignored until Niamh dragged him toward the central fire.
"He's a son of Brighid," she said. "Brenna found him for us. He'll help save our land."
An archer looked Ciaran over. "Can you use that sword?"
"Brenna taught me."
"Can you kill a man?"
Ciaran shuddered. "In a thought."
The archer looked skeptical.
Ciaran extended a hand to demonstrate. Brenna stopped hm.
"He'll train with the others."
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