I leave the keep at a gallop. The wind and sun are both at my back. My high-spirited Dearg needs no encouragement to run and soon we have a put good distance behind us. I let him slow down of his own accord, then we rest for awhile and wait for the others.

The two young warriors, Garad and Donall, are the first to catch up. Enna rides behind them at a more sensible pace. Then comes my loyal sword-brother, Gartan, a chieftain in his own right. The three Fian na Rua Filidh are last to join us.

When all are present, we gather in a circle by the side of the road to make our plans. I stare hard into the faces of each of the warriors before I begin.

"Magh Croimor is an open plain surrounded by hills on all sides. The river goes along the south and curves around eastward. The thickest woods are on the north and west and that is where I suspect the Cumhaill will hide themselves. But we must beware of attack from any direction and at any time, even before we reach the plain! Enna, you will oversee Garad and Donall as scouts and ride a little ahead of us. Gartan and Axe-Wielder, you will be to my left and my right. Long-Legs and Woodsman, watch our backs! Now - to Magh Croimor!"

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