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Updated: May 26, 2025
They gave back in dismay, Brian and Cathbarr were forced after them, and the Dark Master himself led his men in a mad stream over the bulwarks once more. There was no stopping them now. The death of Art Bocagh had disheartened his men, and amid flashing steel and spurting fire Brian and Cathbarr retreated to the quarterdeck.
The Dark Master had led his men in furious onslaught across the waist of the ship, and Art Bocagh was being beaten back to the poop despite his stubborn resistance. Brian saw that the Dark Master's men far outnumbered Art's, while from the rigging of each ship musketeers were sending down bullets into the mêlée.
Art Bocagh, or the Lame, had had one leg hamstrung in his youth, but Brian took him for a dangerous man in battle; while his cousin Shaun the Little was a very short man with tremendous shoulders. Nuala took her seat at the head of the stern-cabin table, and the position of affairs was gone over carefully.
Perhaps he was not the only one who knew this, for as Lame Art rowed out with his cousin, the latter nodded back at the tower. "What think you of this ally, Art Bocagh? Could he be truly the Earl's grandson?" "I know not," grunted the other. "But I do not care whether he be Brian Buidh or Brian O'Neill or Brian the devil he is such a man as I would fain see sitting in Gorumna Castle, Shaun!"
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