A military vehicle came through the mart gate fast and pulled up outside the sale ring. Two officers got out of it and went in at a jog.
Kavanagh came out of the portacabin two minutes later.
"British are coming down the N4," she said. "Forward element. Armour, infantry, a couple of Challengers. They've hit the position at Castlebaldwin. The formation there's engaging." She looked at James and Finn and Eimear. "We're on standby. Not going. Standby. The lads up there are handling it."
They went into the sale ring.
The radio was on a table in the auctioneer's box, turned up so the room could hear it.
"*—contact, contact, armour on the road, two hundred metres—*"
"*—Challenger on the left, the farmhouse, Dolan's team is on him—*"
"*—need the mortar on the bend, the bend, not the field—*"
James stood at the rail of the sale ring and listened.
