“That’s the way, my boys!” Alun crowed triumphantly and clapped his hands as Cadoc, obeying orders, did not insist on the kill but resumed his re-entry up the hill towards his companions. The three Norsemen, now halting by their fallen companion, entered into what seemed, even from a distance, judging by the pointing and other gestures, into a lively discussion.
The outcome of their confabulation was that one detached and slowly followed the trail of the Welsh riders while the other two returned at a gallop to the encampment.
It has worked, old friend!” Alun cried gleefully. “Those two are going to fetch the enemy host. We’ll wait until the Vikings are at the foot of the hill. Only then will I deploy our men. There’s no point in having them kneel too soon to cramp their muscles. The last
