'They are enjoying the spoils of their raid,' Bradan said quietly. 'Drink, music and women. A Caterans' heaven.'
'They could be our women, from Ulvust.' Tuath ran his hands up the haft of his axe. 'We should strike now when they are least expecting us. We could kill them all.'
For a second, Melcorka pondered the idea, then she shook her head. 'No,' she said. 'We stick to the plan and go for the ships to attract the Osprey.'
When they approached, Melcorka saw that although most of the Caterans were drunk, the Osprey had not completely neglected his defences. There were a few patrols of sober and fully armed men moving around the settlement, watching proceedings yet not joining in.
'They could be dangerous.' Bradan indicated the closest patrol of five men. Dressed in a mixture of tartan
