I look around at the faces of Amlaidh, Aine and Flidais. All seem to be in agreement that Niamh has proven herself more than worthy of the Fian na Rua Filidh. She seems equally confident, her javelins now sheathed at her side, meeting my eyes with calm expectation.

Taking a step forward, I grin at this woman who has left the Samildanach fian, the only band of warriors that ever came close to matching our own. She stands ready for anything. Her relaxed manner conceals her eagerness, but I see a glimmer of it when our eyes meet.

"The third and final challenge, Niamh Ui Maine..." The pause sets her on edge. She grins back at me with a smile as dazzling, sharp and lethal as a freshly forged spear. I pretend to fumble in my cloak for something. A weapon? A trick? I hear her catch her breath.

From the inner folds of my brat, I produce a wineskin. Niamh's expression flickers with curiosity. When I toss it over to her, she snags it easily in one hand.

Flidais actually giggles, realizing what I have in mind. I hear Aine sigh sarcastically. Amlaidh clicks his tongue, already turning his horse around.

"The final challenge indeed," I drawl slowly, playing the moment for all it is worth, "will be for you to outdrink us all at An Cailleach na Muir in Inver Colpa!"