Dancing With Demons

followed. Bishop Luachan, still limping, and his steward Brother Céin came next. Finally, Iceadh the apothecary entered and took his place. Brehon Sedna waited until they were all seated before addressing Fidelma.

‘This procedure now brings forward a second point of law. Abbot Colmán must surely take his place with the witnesses and be excluded from sitting here.’

Abbot Colmán looked at his companion in surprise at the contention but Fidelma raised her hands to still the murmuring that broke out.

‘Not so, Brehon Sedna. The abbot is not a witness to the events as I shall state them. He merely took charge of the royal household until the return of Cenn Faelad and Brehon Barrán. There was no reason for him to be excluded from conducting this meaning.’

Brehon Sedna looked as relieved as the abbot.

‘Then if this procedure is acceptable to the Great Assembly …?’

Everyone signified their agreement perhaps somewhat impatiently and several called out that the report be proceeded with.

‘So, having clarified procedure, you may continue,’ Brehon Sedna summed up, addressing Fidelma.

Fidelma paused, as if gathering her thoughts. Then she began her speech.

‘All murder is heinous. The assassination of a High King is especially so. One fact has been absolutely clear from the start. Dubh Duin, the chieftain of the Cinél Cairpre, entered the bedchamber of the High King, cut his throat and then turned his knife on himself when he realised that there was no escape from capture. There is no disputing this fact.

‘We initially had two main questions to ask. One: did Dubh Duin act alone? And two: what was his motive?’

She let her gaze sweep the Assembly as if seeking an answer there. It was a piece of drama that Eadulf had witnessed several times before when Fidelma was arguing before the airechtaí or courts.

‘You may be assured that Dubh Duin did not act alone,’ she went on confidently. ‘This was no spur-of-the- moment killing, nor was it a matter of one person acting alone for reasons of personal hate. Indeed, there was a conspiracy to kill Sechnussach.’

A wave of outrage swept the hall and she allowed it to swell and ebb before she spoke again.

‘As for the motive, at this stage I will firstly tell you what Dubh Duin’s own motive was. I fear it was not the same motive of all those in the conspiracy. Dubh Duin was a traditionalist. He believed in the old ways and customs. Moreover, he believed in the Old Faith. Those in this Great Assembly already know how he argued here for the recognition of the rights of those who still held to their veneration of the old gods and goddesses. Some may recall his dispute on the matter with Sechnussach?’

There were many who were nodding, recalling the debate. Only Gormflaith among the witnesses seemed to shake her head in disbelief.

‘Dubh Duin was fully committed to the Old Faith as we are to the New Faith,’ Fidelma continued. ‘Ardgal, now chief of the Cinél Cairpre, will testify to this. There is no need for me to tell you that scarcely two centuries have passed since the great teachers Patrick, Ailbe, Brigit, Brendan, Ciaran and the others, brought the word of Christ to this land. There are still areas which that word has not reached or where it is not accepted. Even within a day’s ride of Tara, there are still many who gather at Uisnech, which the ancients regarded as the navel of the world, the centre of the five kingdoms, to practise the old rites.

‘Further, there is no need for me to tell you that there is a movementabroad intent on overthrowing the new teachings and returning this land to the old ways.’

Abbot Colmán bent forward quickly. ‘And are you claiming that Dubh Duin was part of this?’

‘I am.’

‘It can’t be true!’ cried Gormflaith, her strident tone startling everyone.

Fidelma looked at her sadly. ‘I am afraid it can be, and it is,’ she replied, before turning back to the Assembly. ‘We know that there are pagan raiders, the dibergach, who have been attacking the abbeys and churches. They started by attacking small, isolated churches and communities, but those attacks are increasing. Many members of the religious have been killed.’

A member of the Great Assembly stood up and signalled that he wished to ask a question.

‘I am sworn to the New Faith and have no advocacy for the old. But I must point out that the faith of our ancient fathers did not advocate violence and death as a way of life. Our fathers believed in the peace and oneness of this world. This was the teaching of our Druids. Why would they be raiding and killing in the name of the old gods and goddesses? It seems illogical.’

Fidelma acknowledged the man’s statement, for it was hardly a question.

‘There has been one sect among our forefathers which did advocate death and sacrifice,’ she said. ‘It was an aberration quickly dealt with by the Druids. It is claimed that during the days of Tigernmas, the twenty-sixth High King, dementia overtook him and he set up a great idol on Magh Slecht, the Plain of Slaughter, and demanded that people sacrifice to it. So much bloodshed was caused that finally the Druids rose up and destroyed both the idol and Tigernmas. The idol was called Crom Cróich.’

‘So what are you saying?’ demanded Brehon Sedna. ‘That this idol worship has been reborn?’

‘The sect that has arisen to attempt to overthrow the New Faith is dedicated to the worship of Crom Cróich,’ she confirmed.

‘How do you come to this conclusion?’

‘We have witnesses to that fact, and Irél and Ardgal have led their warriors in the overthrow of these fanatics who were encamped at a place called the Hag’s Mountain not even a day’s ride from here. You need no longer fear them. But how does it fit in with the assassination of the High King? I will tell you. Firstly, when coming to Tara, while we were crossingthe Plain of Nuada, we came on a destroyed church and members of the religious that had been slaughtered. But one was just alive. Brother Eadulf bent and heard his last word. Brother Eadulf thought he whispered something about blame.

‘And when Dubh Duin lay dying by the High King’s bed he too whispered something. Lugna, who caught the last words, also thought he said something about blame.’

‘What is unusual about that?’ Abbot Colmán wanted to know.

‘Both Eadulf and Lugna misheard the word. The word was not cron, blame, but Crom — Crom Cróich. The religious was identifying the attackers just as Dubh Duin was calling on the idol that he thought was a god. This much we can now prove. We should have been alerted by this fact earlier.’

‘Accepting this then, you say that Dubh Duin believed that Sechnussach’s death would help him in his quest to bring back this evil worship. But how?’ Brehon Sedna asked. ‘I do not understand it.’

‘Because he had been led to believe that the successor would return the five kingdoms to such worship,’ Fidelma answered simply.

At once Cenn Faelad leaped to his feet, his face angry. ‘This is a lie! As the holy cross is my banner and witness, I would not do such a thing!’

Fidelma held up a hand to quench the tumult that had broken out. ‘I did not say it was you, Cenn Faelad,’ she rebuked mildly.

‘You said Sechnussach’s successor.’ Cenn Faelad was not mollified. ‘I am the tánaiste, the heir apparent. Who else would you mean?’

‘Your succession was not going to last long,’ she replied starkly. ‘The plot, in essence, was simple but its mechanics were complicated. Indeed, in all the cases that I have been involved in, this one has shocked me by the depth of intrigue and the convolution of its workings.’

Taken aback, Cenn Faelad sat down abruptly.

‘This case has many layers of culpability,’ Fidelma said. ‘I will beg the forgiveness of this Great Assembly for taking them on a long journey through these layers of intrigue. The simplest layer was Dubh Duin, who was part of this sect devoted to bringing back the worship of Crom. Very well. Dubh Duin had tried to get some recognition for the Old Faith in this Great Assembly. When that failed, he turned to other methods. He was supported by the bands of brigands raiding the Christian centres. They were fanatics. But it was like the pricking of pins on a great bear. It did not even harm the body. So there had to be another way.