Fidelma was seated in a chair before the fire while Colmán stood with his back to it, a little to one side. His hands were clasped behind his back.
"Well now." Fidelma raised her head and regarded them each in turn before addressing the warrior, Tressach. "How long have you been a guard at Tara, Tressach?"
"Three years, Sister."
"And how long have you patrolled the compound containing the tombs of the High Kings?'
"One year."
"And you, Irél? You are captain of the guards of Tara. How long have you been here?"
"I entered the service of the High Kings some ten years ago. Conall Cáel was still High King then. I have been captain here for the last year."
She looked from one to another and shook her head sadly.
"And how long has Sechnassach been High King?" she continued.
Irél frowned, not understanding the logic of this question. He regarded Fidelma as if she were joking. But her expression was completely serious.
"How long? You must know that, Sister. Everyone does. It was three years ago when the joint High Kings, Diarmait and Blath-mac, died of the yellow plague within a week of one another. That was when Sechnassach became High King."
"Three years ago?" pressed Fidelma.
"You must remember, Fidelma," interrupted Colmán, wondering how she could have forgotten. "You were in Tara on that occasion yourself." But she ignored him and continued to direct her questions to Irél.
"And is the High King in good health?"
"To my knowledge, thanks be to God," Irél replied, becoming slightly defensive.
"And his family?" continued Fidelma remorselessly. "Are they in good health?'
"Indeed, the High King is blessed."
"I told you as much myself when you arrived earlier," frowned Colmán, wondering if Fidelma was losing her memory.
"So what is the purpose of the new grave being dug behind the tomb of Tigernmas?'
The question was asked so softly that it took a moment or two for its implication to sink in. Fidelma's fiery green eyes were fixed on the keeper of the cemetery.
Garbh's mouth dropped open and he began to stutter. Then he hung his head in silence.
"Hold him," instructed Fidelma calmly. "He is to be held for premeditated murder and grave robbery."
With astonished expressions, Irél and Tressach moved close to the side of the keeper of the cemetery.
Fidelma now rose languidly to her feet and gazed sorrowfully at Garbh. "There has been no death of a High King or any member of his family during the last three years. Sechnassach is still young and healthy. Why then dig a new grave in the cemetery of the High Kings? Will you explain, Garbh, or shall I?"
Garbh remained silent.
"You started digging the grave in order to construct a small passage into the tomb of Tigernmas, didn't you, Garbh?"
"For what purpose would one want to enter an ancient tomb?" demanded Colmán, chagrined that he had not spotted such an obvious matter as the new grave.
"To rob the tomb, of course," replied Fidelma. "Where were all the gold, silver, and jewels that would have been buried with Tigernmas? Only a single silver bar and some gold jewellery lay discarded on the floor of the burial chamber. Tigernmas was a king of many legends. But it was well known that he ruled a rich court. Following the custom of our ancestors, rich grave goods would have been placed there to serve him in the Otherworld."
Irél was looking shamefaced. Fidelma had pointed out this very fact to him and it had not registered.
"But there is much to be explained," he pointed out. "How did the judge, Fiacc, come to be there? Had he spotted Garbh's intention and tried to catch him?"
Fidelma shook her head. "It was Fiacc's idea to rob the tomb in the first place. Fiacc had married a mercenary young woman. Fiacc had also made several mistakes in judgment and had become destitute through the payment of compensation. He was desperately in debt. He needed money badly. He needed money prior to his hearing before the Chief Brehon tomorrow. Money to cover his debts and money to keep his capricious young wife. It was Fiacc's idea to rob the tomb of Tigernmas, which, according to the chroniclers, contained great riches. But how was he to do it on his own?"
"Do you have the explanation?" Colmán asked.
"When he arrived at Tara, Fiacc spent a day or so in the cemetery examining the tomb. He realised there was only one way to get access without attracting any attention. He enlisted the aid of Garbh, the keeper of the graves. Once Garbh saw the simplicity of the plan, greed took over. Money is always a great incentive.
"Garbh was always in the cemetery, repairing tombs. It was Garbh's job to dig the graves when a High King or his family died. No one was bothered when Garbh started to dig a grave near the sepulchre of Tigernmas. No one even thought to ask why he was digging a grave. Everyone saw Garbh at what was presumed to be his usual lawful task.
"Garbh and Fiacc broke into the tomb of Tigernmas this evening. When you come to examine the new grave which Garbh has dug, and which he meant to fill in tomorrow, you will find traces of a short tunnel into the tomb. It will come up under the floor, under one of the granite slabs. One of those slabs, Irél, with the scratch marks on it which you so rightly observed had been made by ropes used to reset it into its proper place in the floor. The plan was that Garbh and Fiacc would extract the riches arid reseal the passage so that no one would know that the tomb had even been entered. A few items were overlooked in the haste to extract everything. A bar of silver and some jewellery were left behind. But that was all."
"How did Fiacc die?" demanded Irél, trying to follow the story.
"Was it the curse of Tigernmas that struck him down?' Tressach asked fearfully.
"Fiacc died," replied Fidelma coldly, "because Garbh decided that he did not want to share the easy money that had come his way. Having been shown the almost effortless way to gain riches, Garbh wanted those riches for himself. He waited until he and Fiacc had removed all the loot from the tomb and were cleaning up. Fiacc, you see, being a judge, was very meticulous about his planning. In case some accident caused the tomb to be opened, he had decided that the dust on the floor, which would show evidence of their activity and might provide a clue to their identity, should be swept away."
Irél groaned. Again, Fidelma had pointed this out to him and it had not registered as important.
"Go on," he urged. "You have told us why Fiacc died. Now tell us how exactly he died?"
"It was after the spoils had been removed and the cleaning finished that Garbh, using a fé, the measuring stick for graves, stabbed Fiacc in the back and thought he had killed him. He then left the tomb, resealed the entrance, and went back to the grave he was digging, perhaps filling in the tunnel after him. We shall see that later. I would imagine that he has stored his spoils in or near his cabin."
Garbh shifted uneasily at this and Fidelma smiled in satisfaction.
"Yes, Irél, I think you will find the treasure of Tigernmas hidden at Garbh's cabin."
"But Fiacc was not killed immediately," Tressach interrupted. "Garbh left him wounded in the tomb when he resealed it."
"Garbh did not reahse this. He thought he had killed Fiacc. The wound made Fiacc pass out. He was badly hurt. He was dying. But he came to consciousness and realised that he was sealed in the darkened tomb. He realised, in terror, that he himself was entombed. He gave a scream of dread, which you, Tressach, in passing the tomb, heard. He began to drag himself to the wooden doors, crying in desperation. Not knowing that Tressach had heard his scream, he began to scrabble at the doors until, in that fearful moment of horror, death overtook him."
"I did not mean to kill him. It was an argument," Garbh said slowly, speaking now for the first time and admitting guilt. "It was Fiacc who wanted the greater part of the wealth for himself. He said that he would only give me a small portion of the spoils. When I demanded a fair and equal share, he attacked me. He picked up the old grave measure and attacked me and I defended mysel
f. In the struggle, he was stabbed. I was not responsible for murder. You cannot punish me for that."
Fidelma shook her head.
"Oh no, Garbh. You plotted to kill Fiacc from the very beginning. As soon as Fiacc had explained the plan to you, you decided that you wanted all the spoils from the tomb. You kept Fiacc alive long enough for him to be of help in gaining entrance to the tomb and taking out the treasure. You planned to kill him and leave him in the tomb, hoping that no one would ever open the tomb again. Your mistake was twofold: firstly, not ensuring that he was dead when you left him, and secondly, vanity."
"You cannot prove I set out to kill Fiacc!" cried Garbh. "If I had meant to kill him I would have taken a weapon into the tomb. Fiacc was killed by an old grave measurement left lying in the tomb. Even Irél will bear witness to that."
Irél reluctantly nodded in agreement.
"That seems so, Sister. It was a fé that killed Fiacc. You know that. And there was Ogham carved on it. I know the ancient script. It read, 'May the gods protect us.' The reference to the gods and not God shows that it belonged to the pagan tomb. It must have been lying in the burial chamber."
"Not so. The grave measure was made by Garbh," insisted Fidelma. She pointed to the table in the abbot's room on which she had already laid the fé taken from the tomb.
"That was not the fé that measured the tomb of Tigernmas. Look at it closely. The wood is new. The Ogham notches are clean-cut. Examine the cuts. There are traces of sap still drying. Whoever cut this, cut it within the last twenty-four hours."
Colmán had picked up the stick, taking care to genuflect to keep himself from harm at the handling of such an unlucky instrument, and examined it carefully.
"The piece of aspen is still in sap," he confirmed wonderingly.
"Garbh had burnt a point on it to ensure that it was hard and able to be used as a dagger. He carved some Ogham on it as an afterthought. That was his vanity. He had taken notice of Fiacc's exhortation to detail and thought of a great joke to play on Fiacc. If the tomb was ever excavated, they would find Fiacc with an ancient pagan fé stuck into his heart. Garbh was too clever for his own good. It was easy to see that the fé was new-cut. And it proves that Garbh premeditated the murder. He prepared his murder weapon before he entered the tomb. It was not a spur-of-the-moment argument."
Garbh said nothing. The blood had drained from his features.
"You may take him away now," Fidelma instructed Irél. "And you may make the arrangements to reseal the tomb . . . but after the treasures of Tigernmas are replaced in it." She grinned impishly. "It would not do, this night of all nights, to provoke the spirit of Tigernmas by keeping back any of his gold or silver, would it?"
Abbot Colmán was pouring more mulled wine and handed the goblet to Fidelma. "A sorry story, indeed," he sighed. "An avaricious official and a corrupt judge. How can such wickedness be explained?"
"You forget Étromma in that summation," replied Fidelma. "She was the catalyst who made Fiacc's need of money so desperate and who started this chain of events. It was her lack of love, her selfishness, and, above all, her greed that caused this human tragedy. It is said in the book of Timothy: radix omnium malorum est cupiditas."
"The love of money is the root of all evil," translated Abbot Colmán and then bent his head in agreement.
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