It was a cold, clear night. The O'Connor clan has united  with the O'Donnell  clan to raid the La Roche .Charge' is the call .The sound of the horses feet pounding the ground is terrifying .'I am riding into battle ,shield in left hand mace in right .'A La Roche charging at me'.'I lift up my mace and swing ,piercing holes into his face he drives his spear into my horses shoulder' .With the injury he suffered he fell in a heap on the ground .'Help' I screamed .Herod was my best friend during my training ,but his younger brother ran to my aid. What I saw that day was a gruesome thing .'A young man being slaughtered trying to save me'. I swore I'd never fight again'.