the table and brandished it as menacingly as one can with tableware. Essa and Araf were the only sensible ones- when they realised they had no banta sticks, they each ripped a leg off the table. As food and plates crashed to my feet, I slipped on some fruit and fell backwards onto the semi-legless table.
Nieve smiled and took a step forward. Araf, Essa and Fergal came to my defence, standing between me and my evil aunt. Fergal was holding a silver serving tray in front of him as a shield.
Dad and Mom quickly came between us.
‘Whoa!’ Dad said, putting his hand up in front of him. He was smiling a little. ‘Nieve is on our side.’
‘What? What do you mean- our side? This is the woman who tried to kill me with a spear and she shot you with an arrow, Dad. Remember?’
‘It’s true,’ Mom said, ‘Nieve is a friend.’
I stood up, still brandishing my fork. ‘The last time we were all together you two were trying to kill each other.’
‘Yes,’ Mom said, ‘but after you escaped, we nursed your father’s wound together and then we talked. We hadn’t talked since my banishment. We had a lot to say.’
Araf and Essa lowered their table legs but I was unconvinced. I continued to wield my cutlery.
Mom went on. ‘I was consumed with the want of revenge. Truemagic could not tell me who had destroyed my home, so I sought out the Fili and the secret of Shadowmagic. That’s when I met Fand. Together, we learned that Shadowmagic was not evil-it was like any other power. The evil came from the person who wielded it. She taught me the wisdom of the Fili and it changed me. I have never used Shadowmagic to find out who killed my father and my tutors. The hate would corrupt me and the magic’
‘What does this have to do with her?’ I said, pointing my fork at Nieve.
It was Nieve’s turn to speak. Her voice was soft. It surprised me. I had never heard it without venom. ‘I am an old woman and thought myself wiser than I really was. I was set in my ways. When your mother learned forbidden lore and produced the son of the one-handed prince-I thought it was my duty to stop her. I now see it was wrong to blame Shadowmagic for the Fili war-it was Maeve who was to blame.’
I looked over to Fand. She lowered her eyes.
‘What about the son of the one-handed prince stuff?’ I said.
‘Ona’s divinations should not be ignored,’ Nieve replied, ‘but your mother has convinced me that there are other paths than the one I have been travelling.’
‘You mean the kill Conor path?’ I said.
‘Yes,’ she said, and sounded sincere.
‘I was never a big fan of that road.’
Nieve smiled. ‘Nor was I, Conor. You will never know how much it pained me.’
‘So how come you are coming at me with a knife?’
She glanced down at her hand and looked surprised to see she was actually holding a knife. ‘Oh, I was just in the kitchen. I came in to see if I could slice some bread for anyone.’
Dad cracked up at this. ‘Are you going to lower your fork, son, or are you going to eat your aunt?’
I looked at the pathetic weapon in my hand and smiled. ‘So we start over?’
‘I would like that,’ Nieve said.
‘OK. Hi, I’m Conor-Oisin and Deirdre’s kid.’ I extended my hand.
‘I am very happy to meet you, Conor. I am Nieve, your father’s older sister and your aunt.’
She shook my hand and smiled. You know, when Nieve smiles she doesn’t look so scary at all. Saying that, I wasn’t ready to hug her.
‘Can I have my table legs back?’ came a quiet voice on the other side of the room. It was Fand.
‘Oh gods,’ Araf said, ‘I am sorry’ Araf lifted the table with one hand and tried to put the leg back-without much success.
‘Do not worry, Araf. The Druid Table has been broken before. In years to come I will point out the repairs and tell how the lord of the Imps tore off the leg to protect his friend.’
‘The Druid Table?’ I said.
‘Most of the Fili were killed in the war,’ Dad said. ‘The few survivors hid in this forest. The rest became mortals and travelled to the Real World. Irish history remembers them as the Druids.’
‘I remember you telling me about the Druids when I was young, you told me no one knew where they came from.’
‘I lied. I knew.’
‘You lied about a lot of things, didn’t you, Dad.’
‘I did, and I am sorry.’
‘So are you finally going to tell me the truth about how you lost your hand?’
‘Ah, that’s a great story!’ Fergal yelped. ‘You see, Oisin and Cialtie were having a…’
‘You know how my dad lost his hand?’
‘Of course, everybody knows that story.’
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘You never asked. I can’t believe you haven’t heard it. You see, Oisin and Cialtie…’
Araf placed a hand on Fergal’s shoulder. ‘Perhaps Lord Oisin should tell his own tale.’
‘Oh yeah-sorry’
‘You two go for a walk,’ Mom said. ‘You have much to talk about and we have much to do here, if I am to cast Shadowrunes tonight.’
‘Come, son, and I will tell of things I have long wished I could tell.’
Dad and I walked outside in the dark shade of beautiful trees adorned with clusters of red berries.
‘What trees are these?’ I asked.
‘Rowan. The Fililands are the Rowanlands. Maeve used to hold the Luis Rune,’ Dad explained. ‘The berries are poisonous but the Fili manage to somehow make jam out of it. I think I saw you have some this morning.’
‘I did. It was nice.’
‘The Fili are a clever people; my father was wrong in punishing them all. My mother asked him to be lenient but he was so appalled by the war-he ruled with his heart and not with his head.’
‘Your mother?’ I said, suddenly wondering why I had never even thought to ask before.
Dad closed his eyes for a second.
An evil thought entered my mind. ‘Did Cialtie kill her too?’
‘No, after I was born she went over the water on a sorceress’ quest. She never returned. Finn had Ona perform a Runecasting to find her-but to no avail. She must have died.’
‘Who was she?’
‘My mother-your grandmother-was a sorceress. Her yew wand held the power of the horses. I never knew her. It was said that she raised the finest horses in The Land. Her name was Macha. There is a town in Ireland called Emain Macha.’
‘ Emain means twin, doesn’t it?’
‘That’s right. Cullen-or should I say Cu-cullen-named it during one of his tall tale sessions, I believe. He was referring to Cialtie and me.’
‘You and Cialtie are twins? I thought he said he was your older brother.’
‘He is, but everyone called us twins because there is only a year between us. Immortals don’t have very many children-otherwise the place would be overrun. It is very rare for someone to have two children so close together. So we were called Emain Macha- Macha’s Twins.’
‘But Cialtie is the oldest and heir to the throne?’
‘Heirs are not decided by nepotism in The Land. Runelords are made at their Runechoosing.’
‘I keep hearing about this Runechoosing. What is it?’
‘When a young man or woman comes of age they prepare a small disc of oak and place it on a piece of gold. They then carry the oak and gold through the three antechambers of the Hall of Runes. At each doorway a muirbhrucht is passed.’
‘ Muirbhrucht’. ‘I don’t know that word.’
‘It literally means tidal wave but most people who have performed the Choosing say it’s more like a riptide but in the air all around you. What it is, is incredibly difficult, both mentally and physically. A Chooser may give up
