"This time she's found herself some Greek." Which that alone was grounds for spilling blood. He'd destroyed her beloved Naoise, but this one was a little stronger. Conchobar needed time to figure out the best way to knock that one out. It wasn't easy when they all were capable of coming back. More than that, he had no idea where she was. He'd carefully plotted for weeks when he'd found her in the city in locating where she lived. She was keeping herself hidden now, and she'd covered those tracks well.
Conchobar wasn't sure if Maureen was making fun of him or just sharing the sentiment. The look on his face remained of stone. "She is still my wife." To Conchobar she'd broken vows by being so stupid. He could have whatever wife he wanted, but that one was not allowed the same, he didn't care what era they lived in.