Jenny: The Kiss of Death

"Eire, yes, I remember that is what you call it." She fell back to stocktaking. He was big, brawny, sure of himself in a fight, if not at this moment. He had a knife at his side. A pretty fellow. Her glance leapt to his face. "By love and thunder," she said in the Iceni, then switched to Latin. "The Eiremen showed themselves none too sweet with us last night, I am remembering. They were cuddling up to put iron in our flesh, I'm remembering. Are you not remembering? Or are you finding iron a bit too coarse?" She flung her smile aside and looked up unwaveringly into his tattooed face.