Conor "Conchobar" Mac Nassa knew it was over.

Cu Culainn dead.

His great red branch knights slaughtered.

Now the great hall Emain Macha is falling all by the hands off that bitch queen.

He stood, his back to the wall, with the last of his warriors.

Sword out.

Shield close to his chest.

All focus on the pounding at the great halls door.

After each pound,the door gave more, losing it's battle to hold.

The pounding grew louder as the door gave more.

Then like a dam it burst and a flood of wild warriors filled the room.

In seconds they were surrounded yet to Conors puzzlement they did not attack?

Instead his enemies built a wall of shields trapping them in their corner of his great hall.

This was an insult.

He and his band attacked the shield wall.

But none returned their fight.

The wall did not move none would return the honour of combat or answer Conors insults.

"Come and fight me or do Connaught men only know how to hide behind shields and their queens skirt!"

Conor struck the shields still no reaction from the men behind that shield wall.

"By the gods of Eriu! Fight me you pack of dog eaters!"

He screamed and then Spat over the shield wall.

It found its mark.

The mark cursed and was held back from letting his temper get the better of him.

All of Conor's men gullied over the shield wall.

Finding mark after mark.

Tempers rose.

Curses rang out.

But still the wall stayed up.

"Piss on them it's all their good for!"

Ordered Conor and his men formed a line in front of the shield wall.

"Enough!" Roared a female voice from the other side of the wall.

"let me enter!"

Someone protested but the female voice insisted.

Then an opening in the shields appeared and Medb their queen entered.

The opening closed behind her.

Conor raised his sword and swung with full force.

Terror filled her but the sword stopped barley an inch from her head.

"Lucky for you my geisa bans me from harming a woman."

"It's over Conor. Ulster has fallen to me." She extended her hand and anger flashed in his eyes. "Now give me your sword."

"You think I'm giving you my sword woman!"

He glared insulted.

"Surrender your sword! king!" She demanded extending her hand out further.

"It is mine by right of combat."

He looked angered at her hand.

"I gave you my sword once woman."

"I gave you my kingdom!"

"You were my life and you left me!"

His anger rose once more as he continued.

"You betrayed me! Left me to join him! My greatest enemy. To lie in his bed. Conought woman. You took my dignity. Destroyed Ulster and you want me to hand you my sword."

He placed his sword below his waist.

"Would you like me to cut my manhood off for you as well."

A couple of his men laughed.

"Like all these Connaught mongrels did hiding behind their shields!"

"Dignity? " she roared. "You think I left you because I wanted to insult you?"

"Women who knows what goes round your heads." He answered.

"You went and bedded my greatest foe and now you say it wasn't to insult me!"

The King laughed adding.

"How could I have got it so wrong!"

"I didn't leave you to insult you."

She said.

"Then WHY?"

He roared into her face.

"HE WAS FIFTEEN!" She screamed back.

"Not This again!" He roared.

"He's gone woman your not the first mother to lose a son in battle. Move on woman!"

"Move on? How can you say that to me. I was his mother."

"And I his father."

He answered.

"Move on woman!"

"Your tears dishonour his memory."

She looked puzzled at his words he continued.

"He died a warriors death defending this kingdom from the man you now sleep with. You should be proud of him woman, as I am. He died with honour upon the battlefield defending Ulster."

"No Conor! Our boy died no glorious death on the battlefield!"

She said now he looked puzzled.

"I went to find him and I found what was left of him. He cried for me to give him mercy as I tried to put his guts and stomach back in."

He turned away but she followed.

"It was Hopeless. All I could do was answer his wish, take my sons life away."

He looked angered at her but his heart knew he had no right.

"I who brought him into this world had to take him out of it. He was our son and you sent him to battle."

"He had a duty as all men do."

Conor said unconvincingly.

"Something mothers don't understand."

"Very well. King then do your duty!"

She extended her hand.

"You lost in battle. Surrender your sword."

The king sighed shaking his head.

"Conor please it's over. The man I married your greatest foe for his part in our sons death is dead. "

Surprised Conor knew he did not have to ask if she killed him.

"I am now ruler of Connaught and you and your family can still rule Ulster under my command of course ." She smiled.

Conor looked unsure.

She extended her hand.

"Our sons death has been revenged maybe it's time we both moved on. For the sake of our kingdoms."

"For the sake of our kingdoms."

The King agreed and placed his sword into her hand.

She excepted and smiled.

Then she ran at him and plunged it into his stomach.

He fell to his knees in shock.

"By the way Conor I had all your family killed. Your line dies with you."

All his men looked on with horror as she stood over their dying king.

Queen Medb turned to her men behind their shields.

"What are you waiting for? Kill them all."

she ordered and the shield wall broke apart and the warriors poured into the last of King Conor Mac Nassa men.

Above the war cries and their screams.

"AMALGAD!"

Roared Medb into their dying Kings eyes.

"AMALGAD!"

"HE WAS FIFTEEN!"

She twisted the sword.