Which would warm Cathair to the boy more, considering he fully supported anyone who tried to throw off British rule. Just because he'd gone about it all wrong didn't mean he still didn't believe in freedom from the English. They needed to toddle off back to their own country, thanks.
Cathair wasn't built like a viking either, and although he'd never followed any sport, he'd kept himself fighting fit always And he had better shoes for this task.
But that wasn't going to make finding there way back any easier though. Cathair was all right at tracking familiar animals during the day, but they really weren't leaving enough of a foot trail to follow back. "Well, unless you've an infallible sense of direction or can track our way back, we'll need to mark the path." He walked over to one of the skinnier trees and tied the cloth around it. "Also, if we do get lost, the people back at the town will have an idea where to start looking."