"Failure," Chulain drawled. "I am disappointed."
The Six minus one did not respond.
"It was such a simple errand," Chulain continued. "Fetch me the Spear of Birgha. An old, tottering human was all that stood between it and me. But you fail."
Someone coughed nervously. It was the only sound.
"Now I must think of what to do with you." Musing, he stroked his beard softly. His servants remained standing, glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes. The moment crawled on. Finally, Picket stepped forward.
"My lord," he said humbly. "We do not deserve to be treated as common drudges over this... We have been loyal, and we have brought you many victories. This is only our first failure." Dipping his head, he mumbled, "It is punishment enough on what we have lost."
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