She'd been off delivering drinks and keeping her hands busy staying as quick as possible, visiting the table in the corner only when the glasses were empty to sling two more down. She was trembling with anger that she couldnt seem to place.

Both of the chieftans and Andra had left by now and what remained where those people that needed a time to grieve and the small feast that was provided. She worked and did her best to think of nothing but hold a forced smile on her lips as she delivered drinks and food.

But how could anyone miss Cathal and his proclaimations? She paused to listen to him, and felt her blood run cold as the brehon began to question him in that same tone that had earlier grilled Kate. At first she couldnt believe it. Cearas would not offer her to a man that hated her so.... The words resounded though the suddenly silent tavern, it was like being stabbed through the heart. Cathal?

She went deathly pale, shaking in rage that did not come to voice. The pitchers and glasses of ale in her hands dropped to the floor breaking and spilling across the in. "No", was all she managed to whisper in a gasp of shock and horror. Was this how she was to be repaid.... tears of dispare threatened to her fill eyes as she stood mouth agape in the midst of the shattered trenchers.

Her head shaking as she whispered the same syllables over and over. Her eyes locked upon the brehon in disbelief. "Please... " but it was too late, she knew what vow she had made and now she was bound by them. It was all too much, her head was spinning, the room.... all to black.