Author: Maelgenn
Date: Jan. 14 2002,22:25

The time approaches when we must gather to decide on the matters that for too long have held these two clans at an uneasy truce. The Niall war chief, Feargus, sits easy by my side. If he has worries or guilt, he hides well what is inside of him. His unreadable eyes watch the doe as she slowly roasts before us. When questioned, his answers were simple and short, denying any knowledge of whose hand slew the druid.

The Aracos chieftain arrives, bedecked in what must be his full formal attire. He is wrapped from neck to toes in a robe of silver wolf-skins, their snarling heads bristling from his shoulders in full fang. Atop his own proud skull is a crown of eagle feathers mounted on a glittering band of gems. He is flanked by his fiercest looking warriors, three at each hand and three behind. If his intention is to intimidate by his appearance, he has succeeded. In spite of myself, I cannot stop staring.

Feargus arises, saluting Glyn, at the same moment I do the same. They nod tersely to each other and squat again by the fire, carefully positioning themselves so that both are facing the door.

No sooner are they seated then the Niall druid makes her entrance. Ruis' eyes meet mine immediately and hold my gaze with a calm and confident fire. Her white leine flashes from underneath her six-colored cloak with each stride. We welcome her with quiet honor.

I take a breath and clear my throat, respectfully looking at each of the dignified clan leaders before I begin. It has been a difficult decision. It is now time to make known the law of the land.