Dancing With Demons

obtain any useful information from him. She motioned to a seat before her. ‘You may sit, Lugna.’

The young man glanced nervously at Abbot Colmán, who was standing at Fidelma’s side. Then he clumsily sat down.

Fidelma glanced up at Abbot Colmán. ‘It seems our young friend would feel more comfortable if you sat as well, Colmán,’ she said gently. It was not protocol for a young warrior to be seated when an abbot was on his feet.

The abbot hesitated for a moment, then took a chair from nearby and sat down.

‘Now that we are all seated,’ resumed Fidelma, ‘we can begin. All I am wanting from you, Lugna, is an account of the events of that night as you saw them. I am not here to apportion any blame. My aim is to learn the truth of those events.’

‘The facts are known. I have told the abbot,’ replied the warrior, still formal in manner and indicating Abbot Colmán with a slight nod of his head.

‘But you have not told me,’ she pointed out, her voice even and almost gentle. ‘And I am the one who has been designated by the Great Assembly to investigate this matter. Now — I understand that you were in charge of the guards at the royal residence on that night. How long have you been in the service of the High King?’

Lugna raised his chin slightly. ‘I have served in the Fianna for five years. I am a toisech cóicat of the first catha.’

Eadulf looked puzzled, as he was unacquainted with the military vocabulary. Fidelma quickly explained.

‘In time of peace the High Kings maintain three catha or battalions of the Fianna. In wartime, the Fianna is usually raised to nine battalions. But the standing three battalions are professional warriors, just as my brother maintains the Nasc Niadh of Muman. The first battalion is always at the side of the High King and guarding the royal domains.’ And turning back to Lugna she added: ‘And you say you were the commander of a cóicat, that is a troop of fifty warriors?’

Lugna was still impassive. ‘As I have said, lady.’

‘So you are an experienced warrior, Lugna,’ Fidelma observed. ‘Where are you from?’

Lugna blinked a little in surprise at the question. ‘I am of the Ui Mac Uais Breg of Brega, lady.’

‘Who dwell north of here, beyond the River Bóinn?’

‘As you say, lady.’

‘What time did you come on watch?’

‘My watch was from midnight until dawn.’

‘Tell me what happened.’

‘It was just before dawn. My comrade Cuan and I had made an inspection of the guards in the royal enclosure. This is done several times during the watch. We returned to the entrance of the royal house.’

Fidelma sat back thoughtfully. ‘As I understand, your position was usually in the hallway?’

‘It is. But while we were still outside, Cuan heard a noise in the kitchen at the back of the royal house and we went to investigate.’

‘You did not enter and go in through the hallway?’

‘The kitchen door is usually locked at night and we did not want to disturb the house if there was no need, so we went round the side of the house to the outbuildings.’

‘Why did you think there was no need to rouse the household, if you heard a noise?’

Lugna coloured a little. ‘Cuan was not exactly sure what he heard and I had not heard anything,’ he admitted.

‘So you went along the side of the building,’ Fidelma said. ‘Wasn’t that ill-advised? You left the main door of the house unguarded to go round the back?’

Lugna did not meet her eye. ‘We thought we should investigate.’

‘Leaving the house unguarded?’ she repeated with emphasis.

‘I cannot deny that.’

‘I gather the commander of the Fianna slept on the same floor not far away. You did not think of alerting him before you left?’

Lugna actually smiled with a bitter humour. ‘Wake Irél for no good reason? I would not think of doing so in the circumstances.’

‘And did you find an explanation for the noise?’ she asked.

The soldier was obviously embarrassed. ‘We did not.’

‘And you returned — when?’

‘We were in the kitchen when we heard a scream. The adjoining door between the kitchen area and the main house was, as I have said, locked. We had to run back along the side of the building again, in order to enter at the front doors and then come up the stairs.’

‘So now we begin to build a picture of the events.’ Fidelma paused a moment and then continued: ‘Describe the circumstances of what happened at the moment you heard this scream.’

Lugna considered for a moment as if to gather his thoughts.

‘The scream raised all those who were in the house. By the time we arrived at the High King’s chamber, several people were stirring and calling out in alarm.’

‘Was the bedchamber door locked?’

‘It was not. We found the key on the table by the bed. But another key was also found in the assassin’s purse later.’

‘So, you entered Sechnussach’s chamber?’

‘I entered first. The assassin was slumped by the bed and he was already dying. He had clearly taken his own life with the same dagger with which he had cut the throat of our King. Cuan entered moments later, having paused to pick up a lantern. I saw by its light that the High King was beyond mortal help.’

‘There was no one else in the chamber?’

‘Not at that time. It was moments after Cuan and I entered that the servants began to crowd in. I told them to stay back and then our commander, Irél, entered and later Abbot Colmán.’

‘Did you recognise the assassin?’

‘Not at first. I think it was Irél who identified him and when I looked closer, I realised that he was right. It was Dubh Duin of the Cinél Cairpre.’

‘You said that he was dying. Did he say anything before he died?’

‘Matter of fact, he gasped something, but it was of little consequence.’

‘I think I should be the judge of that,’ Fidelma said.

‘He simply admitted that he was to blame.’

Eadulf looked up from his note-taking. ‘How did he phrase that exactly?’ he asked.

The warrior shrugged. ‘The word cron — blame. It was just a dying whisper. It was all I heard. Nothing else.’

Fidelma noticed that a thoughtful frown had settled on Eadulf’s brow. She turned back to Lugna.

‘There is one thing that troubles me,’ she told him. ‘This scream thateveryone heard: you and your companion are standing in the kitchen, you hear the scream and run to the High King’s chamber.’

‘That is so.’

‘The assassin had cut the High King’s throat?’

‘He had.’

‘Surely the High King could not have screamed with his throat cut?’

‘The same idea occurred to Irél and he ordered us to search the privy and the adjoining room, but there was no one else in the apartments. It must have been Sechnussach’s dying breath.’

‘As I see it, if Sechnussach had had the power to scream, he would also have had the power to struggle with his assailant. However, the physician is sure that no struggle took place and that the assassin struck while the High King lay asleep. There would have been no time for him to scream. So who was it who did so?’

Lugna thought for a moment or two but was clearly puzzled and said so.

‘I do not know, lady. When I think of it, the scream was of a high pitch, and so you may be right that it is unlikely to have been the High King who uttered such a sound. Sechnussach was fond of singing, so I know the