Dancing With Demons

‘Eadulf, stand here and when I signal to you, wave to Gormán and then he will make a sign to Caol to go into the kitchen and make a noise. Then we can see exactly how much sound resonates through the house.’

She turned to the doors. ‘Come, Lugna. I believe that you and your comrade were standing in the hallway at your guard post when you heard the noise. Then you came out and went round the side of the house to investigate as the back door was locked — isn’t that right?’

Lugna was clearly unhappy. He seemed to be struggling with his conscience before finally mumbling, ‘It is not right, lady. Forgive me. I have not told the truth.’

‘I thought not,’ Fidelma said. ‘I think, Lugna, it is time you told us what really happened.’

‘We were standing outside the doors here. As I said, we had not gone into the hall.’

‘Go on.’

‘You see, lady, it was a cold night. As I told you, I had just returned with Cuan from checking the guards. We came back to the doors and we would have taken up our position in the hall but it was so cold … there was hot corma in the kitchen and we felt a drink would help keep out the chill air before we settled to our watch.’ His expression was guilt-ridden as he turned haunted eyes from one to another of them. ‘Nothing had ever happened before. Year after year, watch after watch, nothing had ever disturbed the peace of the royal enclosure. It was too well-guarded. How were we to know that … that … ’

Fidelma was in no mood to reassure this man who had tried to cover his own failure by lying.

‘So you deserted your post to obtain a drink,’ she said flatly. ‘As a result, the High King is dead. You realise there must be consequences? Irél, your commander, must be informed.’

The young man hung his head unhappily. ‘It has been hard to live with the knowledge, lady,’ he muttered. ‘I am glad that I have told you.’

‘But you have not told me all, Lugna.’

She turned and waved to Gormán to return and soon he and Caol had rejoined them.

‘So we can dispense with any noises in the kitchen. You and Cuan went there for a drink. What then?’

‘I swear, lady, that all else happened as I said. The kitchen area is overlooked from the apartment of the High King. You have seen that stairs lead from nearby the kitchen up to the back door from which the servants take his bathing water and empty the privy … but the door is always shut and bolted from inside at night. There is no entrance that way. Anyway, we were taking our drink when we heard a scream — exactly as I said. Cuan ran straight up the stairs to the back door. That was locked. I knew that the ground-floor door into the back of the house was also locked, so I raced around the side of the house and went up the stairs as I said. It was a few moments afterwards when Cuan joined me.’

‘Thank you, Lugna,’ Fidelma said. ‘Things begin to make more sense now. Tell me, you say that you have served in the Fianna for many years and you are a toisech cóicat, a commander of fifty warriors. Even accepting that the night was chill and the watch was boring, a warrior of your experience must have realised how serious it was to leave your post to take a drink?’

The young man was contrite. ‘Yes, I do realise it and have no excuses. I wish I hadn’t listened to-’ He hesitated. ‘I was the guard commander. Mine is the fault.’

Fidelma’s eyes narrowed slightly. ‘You wish you had not listened … to whom? I want the truth, Lugna.’ Then, when he did not reply: ‘Was it Cuan who suggested the drink?’

Lugna bit his lip and did not reply.

‘Were you persuaded by your comrade Cuan to leave your post and go for the drink? Was it Cuan who knew where this drink was to be found?’ Her voice was sharp.

Lugna bowed his head and nodded. ‘It was.’

‘Very well, Lugna.’ Fidelma exhaled softly. ‘You may return to your quarters — but do not speak of this to anyone, especially to Cuan. I am afraid this story must be told to Irél, the commander of the Fianna. Your only defence lies in the truth, and I want to be assured that you have told the truth.’

‘That I have, lady, by the Holy Family. I swear that is the truth.’

Fidelma waved her hand in dismissal. When he had gone, she turned to Eadulf with a grim look.

‘I begin to see that luck may not have played so great a part in this matter after all.’

Eadulf was in agreement. ‘It seems that Cuan deliberately enticed Lugna away from his post at that particular time. But what of Erc? Surely it was luck that he let the assassin in the main gate.’

‘He had been … ’She paused for the right word. ‘He had been prepared in such a way that he would not challenge Erc. The conspirators knew that Erc would be on duty that night, and because Dubh Duin had frequently been admitted into the royal enclosure after dark, they knew that he would not challenge him.’

‘Conspirators?’ echoed Eadulf.

‘I see conspiracy in this, not a single assassin. I keep thinking about the key. Who stole it and had a copy made for the assassin?’

‘Whatever the answer to that, we must find Cuan, as he is certainly an integral part of this plot.’

‘Exactly so.’ She turned and approached the solitary guard who remained outside the royal residence. ‘Where is Irél, your commander?’

The man drew himself up respectfully. ‘I think he may be at the stables, lady.’

Fidelma thanked him and gestured to Eadulf. Once again, the couple set off across the royal enclosure, with Caol and Gormán trailing behind.

Irél, the commander of the Fianna, was indeed at the stables. He turned as they approached.

‘You want me again, lady?’ He saluted as they came up.

‘Do you know where your man Cuan is?’

Irél shook his head. ‘You need to question him again?’

‘I do. Can you make a search for him and hold him securely until I am sent for?’

Irél looked surprised. ‘Hold him? Why is that necessary, lady?’

‘Because a dálaigh says it is necessary,’ she replied impatiently.

Irél flushed. ‘It shall be as you order, of course.’ His tone indicated his sense of pique.

Fidelma immediately regretted her curtness. ‘I apologise. As commander you have a right to know. Both Lugna and Cuan have committed a grave disregard of their duty. I have spoken with Lugna and told him to confinehimself to his quarters and await a hearing. After that, it will be up to you, as his commander, to decide how to discipline him. I have little knowledge of the law as it applies in the military service.’

Irél was clearly concerned. ‘If it is as serious as that, then loss of rank and fines must follow. Can you give me details?’

‘We will wait for full explanations until I sum up my findings. But it is essential that we find Cuan.’

‘I will instigate a search for him at once, lady. It will be as you say.’ Yet he still appeared hesitant.

‘You have something that you wish to tell me, Irél?’

‘Apart from a neglect of duty, is it that you suspect Cuan had some involvement with Dubh Duin?’

‘Exactly that.’.

‘Then you should know that Cuan was originally of the Uí Beccon, a small clan who pay fealty to the Cinél Cairpre Gabra. Their territory is on the northern borders of Cinél Cairpre.’

Only Eadulf, who knew Fidelma’s features well, could see the surprise on her face and knew how well she controlled it.

‘No one told me this,’ she said slowly.

Irél shrugged. ‘The Fianna are recruited from many clans of Midhe and they all take oath to serve the High King. Once they take the oath, any service to their own clans must take second place to that of the High King. It makes no difference where a man comes from. But if you suspect Cuan, it might be wise to know that he was of the Ui Beccon.’

‘Tell me of the Uí Beccon.’

‘Little to tell. They are a small tributary clan in the far north of Midhe next to the lands of Cinél Cairpre. They keep themselves to themselves. I have never known them to create trouble.’

‘And Cuan came to Tara to enlist in the ranks of the Fianna?’