5.
Invasion
King Conchobar did not like the look of himself at all.
The reflection he saw in the polished boss of his shield did not correspond with the image he had always sought to portray.
Where strength should have been written upon that face, he saw only the ravages of time and suffering. Instead of an expression of benevolence there was but an unwelcoming scowl of bitterness. As for the ancestral traits of proud nobility… he saw no trace.
And the worst of it was that his own demeanour annoyed him. He was aware that somehow he had changed; the old gaiety had been extinguished from this heart and he found it difficult to master his growing antagonism and irrational bouts of pointless anger.
In fact, he could barely stand to look at himself these days.
Also his wound caused him
