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A welcoming curl of wood smoke rose from the chimney and he knew that the wives would all be gathered in there, preparing a communal breakfast. He’d heard the high-pitched voices of several children chattering earlier on. The one big barn served all of the families. The little hamlet was probably a family settlement-mother and father in the big house their offspring with their families in the smaller houses that had been built nearby. The bandit leader gave a satisfied nod as he saw the men begin walking to the largest building. Just a typical morning out in the fields. The bandit couldn’t make out the reply, but the tone was clear. He stretched, his hands rubbing his back where the muscles were stiff. One called to a group of three a little farther away. He saw the nearest pair, who had been repairing a fallen fence rail, stop now and lay their tools down. Their defenses would be down and that was the best time to attack them. They’d be relaxed and a little weary from their labor, and looking forward to the hot meal their wives had waiting for them. The sun would be up by then and warm on their backs. It was better, he knew, to wait until they had finished their early morning tasks and were heading in to breakfast. And they often had tools ready at hand-axes and spades and scythes-that would serve as makeshift weapons in the event of an attack. They were prepared for unexpected danger, even if it were only a fox or a marauding wolf. Most people thought that was the best time for a surprise attack. A less experienced leader might have chosen to attack at dawn. His men had been in position since long before first light. Today, real danger lurked inside the tree line, concealed from the eyes of the farmers as they went about their routine tasks. Today, the inhabitants of this little group of farms would have more to worry about than animal predators. The leader of the bandits crouched among the trees and smiled grimly to himself. The farmers had risen at first light, bringing in their cattle for milking, and releasing the sheep and chickens that had been kept overnight in the barn to protect them from nocturnal marauders. SOUTHERN CLONMEL, THE ISLAND OF HIBERNIA. The key to restoring order before the last kingdom is undermined. Is sowing confusion and sedition, and they find that secrets from Halt’s past may hold Summary: Halt, Will, and Horace set out for Hibernia, where a quasi-religious group, the Outsiders, The kings of Clonmel / John Flanagan.-1st American ed. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibilityįor author or third-party websites or their content. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions,Īnd do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. The permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without In writing from the publisher, Philomel Books, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group,ģ45 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014.

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