arm troubled her and she needed to retire. But Maeve leaned toward her. 'Patience,' she whispered. 'Coelin will be singing in a few minutes.'
Jenna brightened at that. She endured the barbed conversations around her until the doors at the end of the hall opened and Coelin walked through with his giotar. Mac Ard cleared his throat and leaned toward the Banrion and Ri. 'I heard this young man in the village where the mage-lights first appeared, and he recently came to the city. He trained with the Songmaster Curragh, who came here now and again, if you remember. He really has an extraordinary voice, Highnesses. I thought you would enjoy hearing him.'
'Well, then, let's hear him,' the Ri said. He gestured to Coelin, and pointed. 'Stand there, and give us this voice of yours.'
Coelin bowed low, his eyes catching Jenna's as he did so. 'Is there a song your Highnesses would like to hear?' he asked. 'A story that Song-master Curragh used to sing, perhaps?'
The Ri seemed amused by that. 'Are you saying your voice is the equal of your Songmaster's, young man?'
Coelin shook his head but the charming grin remained on his face. 'Oh, no, my Ri. Songmaster Curragh always said my voice was the better.'
There was a moment of silence before the Ri laughed, the rest of the table following his lead a moment later. 'He seems to have a healthy ego, at least, Padraic. I suppose that's good. But we'll be the judge of his talent. Give me The Lay of Rowan Beirne, young man.'
Mac Ard sniffed, as if the choice surprised him, and Jenna glanced at him curiously. Coelin strummed a chord on his giotar, his eyes regarding the ceiling of the hall as if the words to the song were written there. 'A fine choice, Ri Mallaghan. Songmaster Curragh taught me that one, not long before he died. Let me think a moment, and bring back the verses Aye…' Coelin's gaze came back down and he nodded his head to the Ri. 'I have it now,' he said. His gaze caught Jenna's again, and he winked. He began to sing.
On the cusp of summer Rowan came forth
Bright armor on his chest, around his neck the stone
He saw the army on Sliabh Bacaghorth,
The banners of the Inish waving as Rowan stood alone. .
'Have you heard this song before?' Cianna whispered, leaning toward Jenna. Jenna shook her head.
'I don’t believe so, Banrion,' she answered. She wanted to add. . and 1 still won’t have heard it, if you talk to me, but held her tongue.
Cianna glanced at Mac Ard, next to her. 'He knows it,' she said. 'Don’t you, Padraic?'
'I do, Banrion,' Mac Ard answered, his voice gruff and low.
'And do you enjoy it?'
'I think ’enjoy’ is too strong a word, Banrion. I find it… illuminating. And an interesting choice for the Ri.'
'Indeed.' Cianna leaned back then. Jenna puzzled over the exchange for a moment, but then Coelin’s rich voice drew her back, and she re-turned her attention to him, smiling as she watched him perform.
Jenna had indeed heard portions of the tale once or twice, though greatly altered and changed in the retellings. She had heard folktales of the hero Rowan, who had a magic stone-though she hadn’t realized until now that the stone was supposedly the one she held now, or that Rowan was anything other than a mythological figure. What Coelin sang now, though, gave the full background of the tales, and it was a history Jenna had never suspected. Rowan Beirne had been a Holder of Lamh Shabhala more than five centuries before, and the last Holder from Talamh an Ghlas. From the opening stanza on the eve of Rowan’s last day of life, the lay moved backward in time to the hero’s youth, to his first triumphs on the field of battle, to the unsurprising extolling of his skill with the sword and his prowess in battle, and to his consolidation of the smaller tuatha that were numerous around Tuath Infochla at the time.
But that wasn't what startled Jenna. Early in the lay, the verses gave the lineage of Rowan, and it was then that Jenna sat back in her chair, stunned, no longer even hearing Coelin's voice. Rowan's mam was a woman named Bryth, and she held Lamh Shabhala before Rowan. Bryth's surname, before she married Tiarna Anrai Beirne of Tuath Infochla, was Mac Ard.
A Mac Ard once held Lamh Shabhala. . Jenna barely heard the rest of the song: how Rowan foolishly allowed himself to be drawn north out of Falcarragh to a supposed parley with the Inishlanders, where he was ambushed and murdered by assassins in the employ of the Inish cloud-mage Garad Mhullien; and how Lamh Shabhala was taken from Rowan's body and brought to Inish Thuaidh. She barely reacted when Coelin fin-ished the song to the applause of the table, or when the Ri handed Coelin a small sack of coins and told him to return again four nights hence to entertain his guests at the Solstice Feast.
She sat clutching at the stone on its chain around her neck. She couldn't look at Mac Ard, and she fled the table as soon as she could make an excuse.
Chapter 18: Secrets
'WHY didn't you tell us that your ancestors once held the cloch, Padraic? I don't understand…'
Maeve's voice trembled, and Jenna could tell that her mam was on the verge of tears. Mac Ard, standing near the fireplace of their chambers, made as if to move toward her, but she lifted her head and he stopped with a shrug.
'Maeve, would you have trusted me if I had?' he answered. 'Or would you have thought that I'd come only to take it from Jenna?' He glanced at Jenna, seated next to her mam and still clutching the stone.
'I don't know what I would have thought,' Maeve answered. 'Because you never gave us the chance to know. Why would you have come at all, if you didn't want the stone?'
'I did want it,' Mac Ard answered. 'I won’t deny that. Had I found the cloch on that damned hilltop, aye, I would have kept it for myself. I wanted to be the Holder of Lamh Shabhala. I thought. .' He took a breath and let it out in a nasal snort. 'When I saw the mage-lights-here, so close to me-I thought that it was a sign that it was my destiny to bring the cloch back to my family. But Jenna already had it, though I didn’t know it. And when I did. .' He raised his hands, let them fall. 'If you remember, I did hold it once, after Jenna killed the riders, and I gave it back. Maeve, have I done anything, anything, to make you feel threatened, or to cause you to feel that I’m a threat to your daughter?'
Jenna watched her mam shake her head slowly.
'Have I made any attempt to take the stone from Jenna, even though I had the opportunity, even though I once actually held it in my hands, before she knew how to use it?'
'No,' Maeve admitted. She touched Jenna’s bandaged arm. 'Though sometimes I wish you had.'
'Then forgive me for not telling you all of the history I knew, but believe me when I say it was because I was afraid that you wouldn’t trust me, and because I was afraid that you would think that I lied when I told you I loved you.'
'Padraic,' Maeve began, but the tiarna interrupted.
'No, let me tell you all now, so there aren’t any more secrets. There isn’t much to tell.' He pulled a chair close to the two of them and took Maeve’s hands. His attention was on her; he glanced quickly at Jenna and looked away again before returning his gaze to her mam. 'All this took place five centuries ago, so I-don’t know what’s true and what’s been changed in all the telling and retellings over the years. That’s too much time, and details change every time the story gets told. So I’m simply going to give you the bare, dry genealogy without any embellishment: Sinna Hannroia-a Riocha from a small fiefdom-once held Lamh Shabhala, and she fell in love with the Ri of another small fiefdom named Teador Mac Ard, my several times great-da, and married him. The two of them had a daughter named Bryth and a son named Slevin. Sinna passed Lamh Shabhala to Bryth before her death, and as you know from Coelin’s song tonight, Bryth later
married Anrai Beirne-a purely political alliance, from what our family history tells us-and eventually became the mother of Rowan Beirne, who lost the cloch to the Inishlanders. In any case, I'm not of Bryth's direct line, which is dead now: Bryth had only Rowan, and Rowan left no children that anyone knows about. The Mac Ards of today, like myself, trace our lineage back to Bryth's younger brother Slevin. So, aye, once someone of my blood and my name was the Holder of Lamh Shabhala, but it was long, long centuries ago in the Before. I have hand upon hand of cousins with the Mac Ard name who can say the same. There are many tiarna, as well as people of more common blood, who can say the same because there have been numerous Holders over the years. If you're going to be afraid of all of those who share the same surnames, you're going to be fearful of half the Riocha. You can't blame me for history, nor hold me accountable for it.' He kissed the back of her hands, lifting them to his lips.
