"Good morning," I greet the lone traveler as I scratch behind the ear of Aifa who sits beside me in the wagon. Dangerous she surly is but not hostile, "What news from Tara?"
She looks apprehensively from me to Ialach before answering, "The Rian Flidais is dead."
This news is something of a shock to me. From what I knew of her she was gracious and brave. I feel sorry that I will not get to meet her again. My expression must have showed because the traveler then assures me she died as she lived. Lochlannach finally comes out under cover but I signal to move on. I have to talk to that lad. The cart sloshes down a few strides and I turn around in my seat a thought having struck me.
"Say neighbor," I call back, "Where did you learn to fight with sword and knife. Only one person I know who dose that and she too is called Flidais..."