Jonathan hitched a ride with a caravan en route to Dundalk, and sat on a pile of sacks in the rear of a wagon with a man in his sixties. He introduced himself as Hosea, a baker from Drogheda, which caused them to strike up a conversation. He knew Seamus and Owen at the inn where Jonathan had stayed, and had a couple of anecdotes about his own visits over which they shared a laugh.
“So what sends you along to Dundalk?” Hosea wondered. “It"s the eye of the storm, for sure. I wouldn"t be thinking of heading out this way if it weren"t for the money involved. Sure, and you know of the battle brewing between Brian Boru and the warlords down this way. They say that it will be unlike one ever fought in the history of Ireland.”
“Why are all these people in this caravan taking such a chance?”
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