All the long night, we brag, boast, plot and scheme. The fire burns boldly bright! We are in the lowlands but if we were on a hill, it would be seen all over Eriu.

When I remark to Datho on this, he roars with laughter.

Morann, who has been lurking here and there in the shadows, suddenly steps into the full light of the flames. He points at 'Daig's axe.

The Night Raven scowls and folds his arms across his chest.

"That blade tasted the life-blood of the Niafer war chief," Morann intones, still pointing. "A great honor, Hadaig! Now an even greater honor awaits."

"It is time to set the snare!" Datho exclaims. His men snatch up their weapons. I slap my sword's hilt for good luck and gather to me the outlaws of Magh Croimor.