He could hear Dón's voice in his head as he looked at the map. The words were clear as Arianhrod's when she was in a mood, without the sense of leaning presence that meant he was actually holding an icon and waiting for Ruadhan to notice. Dry as dust, not quite to the point of rolling his eyes but close: Second verse, same as the first.

Not quite, Ruadhan thought, looking over the design of the hillfort and noticing the individual details some thoughtful mapmaker had added indicating steep approaches and the overhangs that would let someone roll nice big rocks onto the heads of approaching traffic if they felt like it.

"Remind me: what have this lot done?" he asked, because he was sure he'd been told but the details had gone.