“A fine beast he was…” the Connacht king brags, “Unfortunately, they didn’t hold him long… upon meeting Ailill’s fine bull, the two tore each other to pieces in a gruelling cockfight, so to speak.”
The story is vaguely familiar to many of the leprechauns, but hearing it told in this context made it real for them. It was also a distraction from the concerns that Queen Medb has an alternative agenda for aiding one of their own. It then hit the Connacht king that he’s rambling beyond his duty as a judge and quickly quenches his passion for storytelling and returns to his stern appearance.
“Continue, Mr O’Connor,” he bellows.
"Her interests are just to help one of the Sídhe; she considers us one of her own kin,” Colin reassures a sceptical audience before diverting to his most critical piec
