Brenna turned and began barking orders to Niamh’s archers, who submitted. Deagan rounded up the surviving members of his ranks and ordered weapons issued, and then Brenna summoned all the ranks in for final instructions. Ciaran listened intently, grip white-knuckled on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t understand half of what Brenna wanted, but he knew what he had to do.
Mostly, he had to survive.
He had to lure the enemy back to the village and everyone else would spring the trap.
Brenna caught his arm before he set off with the others and tugged him close.
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