Conn's eyes flickered nervously from side to side, searching for anything in their faces which might give him a clue to the horse's ownership.
' And a very nice sword, ' said Alasdair.
Conn swallowed.
' The sword's mine. i found it up the hill.
A long time ago.'
'Why did you come?' said one of his father's friend. His voice was fierce.
They gathered round him, and Conn backed away.