He never did like that Irish king who married his sister. Maybe he shouldn’t have mutilated his cattle, but BRAN over-compensated by giving him that magic cauldron. Lucky he was watching BRAN’S back at the handing-over banquet — because even then the greedy swine wasn’t satisfied and was planning to kill BRAN and his men.
Hiding assassins in corn sacks hung on the wall behind each guest chair. Still, a friendly squeeze was all it took to sort that out. Then a less friendly squeeze and each sack only contained a corpse with a crushed skull.
That king asked for big trouble when he treated sis like a scullion. Even BRAN knew he had to sort this out and needed all the help he could get. What a battle that was. Fancy that king using the magic cauldron to revive his warriors like zombies so they could be brought back to life even though they could not speak. Still, in battle actions speak louder than words. First that misbegotten baby of sis’s had to go, into the fire with it.
Now the final act to bring victory — leap into the cauldron and burst it asunder — even though the superhuman effort required to do so will bring self destruction it will also bring victory.