Dancing With Demons

Eadulf.’

‘Lady, I have only twenty warriors,’ protested Ardgal. ‘The raiders might have ten times that number.’

Fidelma stamped her foot angrily. ‘Might?’ she sneered. ‘Eadulf is a prisoner of these evil people. Should I allow a “might” to stop me?’

‘Be reasonable, lady. Let us wait for the arrival of Irél and his Fianna.’

‘By then it could be too late. Give me the help of your local tracker and I’ll go alone with Caol and Gormán.’

Ardgal sighed. ‘If you are determined, then I must go with you,’ he said reluctantly. ‘But my men must be allowed the same choice of whether to go or stay. It is suicide for a few men to attack the Hag’s Mountain.’

‘The choice is yours and theirs. But I will not delay long. Eadulf is in danger.’

‘What did they want of you, my son?’ asked Bishop Luachan, when Eadulf had rejoined him.

‘They wanted me to betray my wife, my son and my religion.’

‘And the alternative?’

‘Death in some weird ritual.’

‘Ah, as I have said. Some sacrifice at the equinox. At least we have a few days of life left.’

‘A few days?’ Eadulf snorted, still angered by Beorhtric. ‘A bit more than that, if I have anything to do with it. I intend to seize the first opportunity for us to escape.’

‘From this place?’

‘No place is the perfect prison,’ pronounced Eadulf optimistically. ‘Though I have to say that this comes near to it.’

‘There is only one way out of here,’ Bishop Luachan pointed out again, ‘and that is the way we came in. Along the tunnel and out of the entrance.’

‘Which means that we need some way of distracting the guards, to get them away from the entrance … ’

‘Moving aside the wicker gate and running off down the hill.’ The old man was cynical. ‘How can we distract the guards from inside the tunnel in order for them to leave the entrance unguarded? You should think again.’

Eadulf pursed his lips. ‘It is not the first time that I have been incarcerated with apparently no means to escape,’ he said. He was thinking of the watery grave to which Uaman the Leper had once sought to consign him.⁵

‘Then we must pray for divine intervention to rescue you again,’ the old man said sarcastically. ‘Meanwhile, I am going to try to sleep.’

Ardgal and his men were gathered round Fidelma in the refectory of the community of Delbna Mór.

‘My men have all agreed to follow me, if I can assure them that the attack on the Hag’s Mountain will not simply be a futile exercise that has no chance of success.’

Fidelma looked at them all with a smile of gratitude.

‘I do not believe in futility, Ardgal. I have an idea by which we may surprise them and rescue Eadulf.’

Ardgal continued to look serious. ‘Very well. My men will listen to your idea and then I shall ask if they approve it. If they do not, that is their decision.’

Fidelma turned to meet their expectant gaze. ‘My plan calls for hunters, not warriors. It was the farmer who took me prisoner who has inspired this idea … ’

There was a noise at the door of the refectory and one of Ardgal’s sentinels came breathlessly in.

‘Warriors!’ he called urgently. ‘Warriors coming along the road from the east!’

For a moment there was pandemonium as the warriors began to draw their weapons. But Ardgal raised his voice above it.

‘Are they dibergach?’ he demanded.

The sentinel was hesitant. ‘They ride with discipline and they have a banner at their head. There must be a hundred of them.’

Fidelma’s eyes widened. A look of relief and hope spread on her features.

‘The Fianna?’ she gasped. ‘If so, then this is an unexpected blessing. But we must be prepared in case it is a trap. Ardgal, disperse your men to cover. Brother Céin, come with me to greet whoever they may be.’

Within moments, her orders had been carried out and Fidelma and the steward of Delbna Mór took a stand by the gates, almost in the manner that Fidelma and her companions had first been greeted at Delbna Mór. But now there were only the two of them while everyone had taken defensive positions out of sight.

They heard the sound of many horses. It grew louder, and seconds later, the head of the column came into view. Two outriders swept into the courtyard and examined it swiftly. Then a familiar figure rode in at the head of the column.

‘Irél!’ called Fidelma as the young man halted his mount before them.

The commander of the Fianna was smiling at her. ‘Fidelma! Is all well with you, lady?’

He swung down and Fidelma moved forward to greet him.

‘It is a long story. How came you here?’

‘Soon after you had departed from Tara, Cenn Faelad became worried, having heard tales of the raiders. He asked me to follow with a companyof my men. We were resting at the church on the thorn island not a great distance away, when a merchant rode by and he told us that he had seen an abbey burning to the north-west. From what he said, I believed it to be Baile Fobhair.’

‘It was,’ confirmed Fidelma.

‘Well, we set off straight away. Delbna Mór lies on our route. Then we met a young rider from here who said the abbey was expecting to be attacked.’

‘The abbey at Baile Fobhair is burned and everyone slain,’ Fidelma said sadly. ‘And, indeed, we were expecting an attack here. But I think things are altered — and you may have arrived at an opportune moment.’

Irél looked at her in bafflement. ‘I do not follow.’

‘As I said, it is a story that is long in the telling. First, you may tell your men to dismount and rest. I have some twenty warriors led by Ardgal here with me. They took up positions thinking you were raiders.’

With Irél issuing orders to his men, Fidelma turned and called Ardgal to come forward and as soon as all were settled, she told lrél the story.

Irél turned to Ardgal. ‘And your scouts actually saw this encampment on the Hill of the Hag?’

The chieftain nodded. ‘They are men who know the country well. There is a camp there which they estimate contains about one hundred and fifty warriors, no more than two hundred. They have women with them but there seems no sign of children.’

‘But they were unable to locate Brother Eadulf?’

Ardgal gave a negative gesture with his hand.

Irél sighed. ‘It is one of the best defensive places in the area. I explored it once a few years ago. It will be a hard place to make a surprise attack on.’

‘With conventional methods, yes,’ Fidelma commented.

Irél frowned. ‘You have an idea, lady?’

‘I was about to explain it to Ardgal’s men when you arrived.’

‘That is true.’ Ardgal smiled briefly. ‘We were going to put the idea to a vote. You said something about it being a job for hunters, not warriors.’

‘That is true. The element of surprise rests on our enemies’ sentinels being stalked and silenced as a hunter will stalk game in the forest — silently, quickly, and striking without mercy.’

‘Do you realise what you are saying, lady?’ Irél stared at Fidelma. ‘You are a woman, a woman of the religious but you are suggesting … ’

‘The women of the Eóghanacht were warriors from the dawn of time,’ Fidelma replied sharply. ‘My namesake Fidelma Noíchrothach, Fidelma the Nine Times Beautiful, was such a warrior champion. Indeed, aren’t you forgetting that Creidne was female champion of the Fianna? Come, let us have no more comments