In an instant, battle commenced. Cathal’s army poured into the courtyard like a plague of locusts swarming upon crops. Though the clans and the English army had done an admirable job of forming up, the sheer number of Cathal’s soldiers forced us to break ranks. After that, I remember extraordinarily little. I seldom did after a battle. The only thing that stood out was the expressions on men’s faces. Emotions ran the gamut. There was fury, grim determination, surprise, agony, despair, and crazed ecstasy.
I felt all these as I cut my way through my enemies. Cathal’s men were well trained and they fought with discipline, but the men of the clans were made of sterner stuff. I soon realized we would be victorious. The courtyard became littered with bodies, and the majority wore Taran uniform
