that teaming with Cathal would entail more than skill.
Warning him that Holly MacRoth was a horsewoman equal to myself, began yet another chapter in our love/hate relationship.
His rants covered everything from his feat at Beltane to my shameful loss of weapon during the raid and though both were factual, I still bristled to hear him treat me as little more than a child.
Finally, it was determined that he would point the way, while I directed the horses, but it was a battle worthy of any I have known to reach that decision.
It was only then that we began our run for the ribbon.