which, she also claimed, were from the shadows of the Otherworld.”
“Did Brother Sioda ever tell you about his affair with Gorm-flaith, and his child?”
Fidelma changed the subject so abruptly that the girl blinked. It was clear from her reaction that Fidelma had hit on the truth.
“Better speak the truth now, for it will become harder later,” Fidelma advised.
Sister Slaine was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowed as she tried to penetrate behind Fidelma’s inquisitive scrutiny.
“If you must know, I was in love with Sioda. We planned to leave here soon to find a farmstead where we could begin a new life together. We had no secrets from one another.”
Fidelma smiled softly and nodded. “So he did tell you?”
“Of course. He wanted to tell me all about his past life. He told me of this unfortunate girl and her baby. He was very young and foolish at the time. He was a penitent and sought forgiveness. That’s why he came here.”
“So when you heard Sister Scathach denounce him in the refectory, naming Gormflaith and relating her death and that of her child, what exactly did you think?”
“Do you mean, about how she came upon that knowledge?”
“Exactly. Where did you think Sister Scathach obtained such knowledge if not from her messages from the Otherworld?”
Sister Slaine pursed her lips. “As soon as I had taken Sister Scathach back to her cell and locked her in, I went to find Brother Sioda. He was scared. I thought at first that he had told her or someone else apart from me. He swore that he had not. He was so scared that he went to see Abbot Laisran-”
“Did you question Sister Scathach?”
The girl laughed. “Little good that did. She simply said it was the voices. She had most people believing her.”
“But you did not?”
“Not even in the madness she is suffering can one make up such specific information. I can only believe that Sioda lied to me….” Her eyes suddenly glazed and she fell silent as if in some deep thought.
“Cloistered in this abbey, and a conhospitae, a mixed house, there must be many opportunities for relationships to develop between the sexes?” Fidelma observed.
“There is no rule against it,” returned the girl. “Those advocating celibacy and abstinence have not yet taken over this abbey. We still live a natural life here. But Sioda never mixed with the mad one, never with Scathach.”
“But you have had more than one affair here?” Fidelma asked innocently.
“Brother Sioda was my first and only love,” snapped the girl in anger.
Fidelma raised her eyebrows. “No others?”
The girls expression was pugnacious. “None.”
“You had no close friends among the other members of the community?”
“I do not get on with the women, if that is what you mean.”
“It isn’t. But it is useful to know. How about male friends?…”
“I’ve told you, I don’t-”
Abbot Laisran coughed in embarrassment. “I had always thought that you and Brother Torchan were friends.”
Sister Slaine blushed. “I get on well with Brother Torchan,” she admitted defensively.
Fidelma suddenly rose and glanced along the wall once more, before turning with a smile to the girl. “You’ve been most helpful,” she said abruptly, turning for the door.
Outside in the corridor, Abbot Laisran was regarding her with a puzzled expression. “What now?” he demanded. “I would have thought that you wanted to develop the question of her relationships?”
“We shall go to see Brother Torchan,” she said firmly.
Brother Torchan was out in the garden and had to be sent for so Fidelma could interview him in his cell. He was a thickset, muscular young man whose being spoke of a life spent in the open air.
“Well, Brother, what do you think of Sister Scathach?”
The burly gardener shook his head sadly. “I grieve for her as I grieve for Brother Sioda. I knew Brother Sioda slightly but the girl not at all. I doubt if I have seen her more than half a dozen times and never spoken to her but once. By all accounts, she was clearly demented.”
“What do you think about her being driven to murder by voices from the Otherworld?”
“It is clear that she must be placed in the care of a combination of priests and physicians to drive away the evilness that has compelled her.”
“So you think that she is guilty of the murder?”
“Can there be any other explanation?” asked the gardener in surprise.
“You know Sister Slaine, of course. I am told she is a special friend of yours.”
“Special? I would like to think so. We often talk together. We came from the same village.”
“Has she ever discussed Sister Scathach with you?”
Brother Torchan shifted uneasily. He looked suspiciously at Fidelma. “Once or twice. When the abbot first asked her to look after Sister Scathach, it was thought that it was simply a case of what the apothecaries call tinnitus. She heard sounds in her ears. But then Slaine said that the girl had become clearly demented, saying that she was being woken up by the sound of voices giving her messages and urging her to do things.”
“Did you know that Slaine was having an affair with Sioda?” Fidelma suddenly said sharply.
Torchan colored and, after a brief hesitation, nodded. “It was deeper than an affair. She told me that they planned to leave the abbey and set up home together. It is not forbidden by rule, you know.”
“How did you feel about that?”
Brother Torchan shrugged. “So long as Sioda treated her right, it had little to do with me.”
“But you were her friend.”
“I was a friend and advised her when she wanted advice. She is the kind of girl who attracts men. Sometimes the wrong men. She attracted Brother Sioda.”
“Was Brother Sioda the wrong man?”
“I thought so.”
“Did she ever repeat to you anything Brother Sioda told her?”
Torchan lowered his eyes. “You mean about Gormflaith and the child? Sister Slaine is not gifted with the wisdom of silence. She told me various pieces of gossip. Oh…” He hesitated. “I have never spoken to Scathach, if that is what you mean.”
“But, if Slaine told you, then she might well have told others?”
“I do not mean to imply that she gossiped to anyone. There was only Brother Cruinn and myself whom she normally confided in.”
“Brother Cruinn, the steward, was also her friend?”
“I think that he would have liked to have been something more until Brother Sioda took her fancy.”
Fidelma smiled tightly. “That will be all, Torchan.”
There was a silence as Abbot Laisran followed Fidelma down the stone steps to the floor below.
Fidelma led the way back to Sister Scathachs cell, paused, and then pointed to the next door. “And this is Brother Cruinn’s cell?”
Abbot Laisran nodded.
Brother Cruinn, the steward of the abbey, was a thin, sallow man in his mid-twenties. He greeted Fidelma with a polite smile of welcome. “A sad business, a sad business,” he said. “The matter of Sister Scathach. I presume that is the reason for your wishing to see me?”
“It is,” agreed Fidelma easily.
“Of course, of course. A poor, demented girl. I have suggested to the abbot here that he should send to Ferna to summon the bishop. I believe that there is some exorcism ritual with which he is acquainted. That may help. We have lost a good man in Brother Sioda.”
Fidelma sat down unbidden in the single chair that occupied the cell. “You were going to lose Brother Sioda anyway,” she said dryly.
