“Just to make sure,” Conall said, and he cupped his hands to his mouth. “Rhin, you’re Queen of Domhain NO MORE,” he cried. “So you can KISS MY ARSE.” He dropped his breeches and bared his backside to Drassil’s wall, waved it around a little, whooping and laughing, more guffaws rippling through both warbands. Even Rafe chuckled. “Do you think she understands now?” Conall asked, still waving his backside in the general direction of Drassil. A high-pitched, rage-filled screech rang out from the walls, drifting across the plain to them. “I suspect she does,” Edana said with a grin.
