23- The Seventh Trumpet

by Peter Tremayne

  ‘By someone able to start a minor uprising – something that would distract attention away from what would eventually take place here in the east.’

  ‘When Bran Finn did not appear on the appointed night, Gelgéis had to return to Durlus otherwise questions would be asked, rumours would be spread,’ agreed Tormeid. ‘I decided to turn back to search for Bran Finn. When I met you, I was aware that the only other thing that Brother Ailgesach had told me about the conspiracy was that whoever was involved in overthrowing Colgú was someone close to the King. That was why I lied to you about who I was and, indeed, that was why Gelgéis did not help you at first.’

  ‘We needed to know who was leading these raids in the west and the links between them and Cronán. All Ailgesach could tell us was that a strange religieux from Osraige had been reported in the Glen of Lunatics,’ Gelgéis said. ‘He thought this person had brought gold to help recruit the raiders.’

  Fidelma exhaled slowly. ‘That makes sense. And so this religieux, who was doubtless one of Cronán’s men, perhaps even his son, Sillán, supplied money to help start the unrest there.’

  ‘But all Brother Ailgesach could tell us was that there was some religious involvement. Sometimes, when he was in his cups, he said things which did not make sense. He talked about someone who had been chosen by the seventh angel to drive the impure of Faith from the land. He spoke much about the seventh trumpet, until we finally realised that it was a password among the conspirators.’

  ‘Why did he not reveal the name of the person who would lead the rebellion in the west?’ Gelgéis asked.

  ‘We did not even know at that time that Bran Finn was the person who would bring us information. We were not told by Brother Ailgesach until we went to Fraigh Dubh,’ said Tormeid. ‘As I say, that is why I lied to you and why Gelgéis was unhelpful, because you were the sister of King Colgú.’

  Fidelma felt almost amused. ‘And you both suspected that I might be involved in this conspiracy?’

  ‘You would not be the first sibling to covet the other’s power and position,’ replied Gelgéis.

  ‘Why did you not go directly to Colgú with your suspicions?’ asked Eadulf.

  ‘And give warning to the conspirators who were trusted by him so that they had time enough to hide their tracks?’ Tormeid replied scornfully. ‘We needed more information.’

  ‘Now that you have confirmed that it was Bran Finn whom you were due to meet, I can tell you why he was involved,’ Fidelma announced.

  They all regarded her with surprise.

  The moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps hurrying down the stairs. A voice was calling for Gelgéis. The door burst open as Tormeid sprang to his feet, but it was Spealáin the steward who entered, followed by a breathless Éile warrior.

  ‘It’s one of our sentinels,’ gasped Spealáin. ‘He comes bearing alarming news.’

  ‘What news?’ snapped Gelgéis and Fidelma, rising in unison.

  For a moment the man hesitated, glancing from one to another in surprise.

  ‘Speak, man!’ prompted Spealáin.

  ‘There is an army heading in this direction,’ the man gabbled. ‘I came to warn you.’

  ‘An army … from the east?’ demanded Gelgéis. ‘From Laigin?’

  The man shook his head, rushing on: ‘Not from the east, lady; from the west. We think it is the rebel force that we have heard so much about. They will soon be in Durlus – and at the gates of the fortress.’

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  It was not the rebel force that was approaching Durlus. It was a small company of warriors, no more than a ceta, 100 men, with Colgú and Caol, the commander of the King’s élite bodyguard, at their head. Enda and Aidan rode immediately behind, followed by the Chief Brehon of Muman, Brehon Áedo, together with Abbot Ségdae, the senior cleric of the kingdom.

  As the column of horsemen trotted up to the gates of Gelgéis’s fortress, Gelgéis, Spealáin and Bishop Daig went forward to receive them as protocol demanded. The escorting warriors waited patiently on horseback outside the fortress while Colgú with his immediate entourage dismounted. Gelgéis welcomed the King first before stepping back to allow Fidelma to come forward to embrace her brother. Colgú acknowledged the assembly with an encompassing smile.

  ‘Enda and Aidan have told me the news,’ Colgú said immediately, before any questions were asked. ‘Dego and his warriors have gone to confront Cronán of Glean an Ghuail. Is there any more news of Fianamail and his Laigin men? Have they moved into Osraige yet?’

  ‘Not that we have heard. I have sent to Tara to alert the High King and his Brehon,’ Fidelma replied briskly.

  ‘That is good,’ said Colgú, wiping some of the dust of travel from his brow.

  ‘I don’t think that Laigin is our immediate worry,’ she continued. ‘Fianamail knows that he must have a good excuse to invade Muman if he wishes to avoid retribution from the High King. Laigin is already under the restriction of the bórama, the cow tribute. If he acts precipitously, he will find himself having to pay tribute to Tara, which is not what he wants. I think he wants to be able to claim that Laigin warriors entered this kingdom legitimately to resolve a civil conflict in Muman that made it unstable as a neighbour.’

  ‘We can agree on that,’ Gelgéis added. ‘We have been discussing this and conclude that Cronán was trying to construct some civil conflict and is in a conspiracy with Laigin to use it as an excuse for Fianamail to enter the kingdom.’

  ‘That’s right.’ Fidelma nodded. ‘And the purpose of that conspiracy is to replace you as King with some Laigin lackey.’

  ‘Well, the rebels in the west have been defeated, as will Cronán be shortly. We have captured their leader,’ Colgú said wearily.

  ‘You have captured Étain of An Dún?’ Fidelma asked quietly.

  Colgú’s eyes widened a little. ‘So you already realised that she was their leader?’

  ‘I had worked it out. The young noble who was killed near Cashel was Bran Finn of the Déisi Muman. Had I met him when he visited Cashel I would have recognised his body and resolved this matter that much more quickly. Bran Finn had visited Cashel on his way to Imleach and then the Glen of Lunatics, which is looked after by members of the abbey. He was taking money for the upkeep of a kinswoman being held in the glen. It was in that same glen that Brother Ailgesach spent those years looking after the inmates; the same place which drove him to drink, to deal with the horrors of that task. There was only one noblewoman of the Déisi who had been recently incarcerated there.’

  ‘You are right, sister,’ Colgú confirmed. ‘The so-called rebel army was a ragtail of bandits, thieves and misfits, and a smattering of those who will serve anyone for money or loot. They were the dregs who fled almost as soon as Dego’s warriors confronted them. But when he saw who was leading them, he sent for me. She and some of her more fanatical followers had fled into the mountains. I left Cashel with a few warriors to join him and we quickly flushed them out of their lairs.’

  ‘So you have taken her captive?’ pressed Fidelma.

  ‘We have her captive,’ confirmed Colgú. ‘But from what Enda tells us about Cronán’s fortress, I estimate that it will need more than a full cath, a battalion of three thousand, to tackle the task of reducing that place. The longer the siege, the more justified Fianamail will be in claiming a right to intercession.’

  Tormeid moved forward. ‘It is no use attacking against the gates and the walls. But I can make it simple for your men to take the fortress with the minimum loss of life.’

  Colgú turned to him with a questioning look. ‘And you are …?’ he asked.

  ‘This is Tormeid,’ Fidelma explained. ‘He is a warrior of the Uí Duach who was held prisoner in Cronán’s fortress where he was forced to help build it. He knows underground passages that will lead our warriors into the very heart of Cronán’s fortress. He escaped and now serves the Lady Gelgéis.’ She smiled at Tormeid and told her brother: ‘You may trust him implicitly, C
olgú.’

  ‘And you will also find Uí Duach prisoners in the fortress who, given the chance, will turn on their captors,’ added Tormeid.

  Colgú regarded the young man for a moment. ‘Are you prepared to take my men into the fortress through the underground passage?’

  ‘I am,’ Tormeid answered resolutely.

  ‘Then Muman and I will be ever in your debt,’ Colgú said, holding out his hand to the young warrior. A moment later, he threw off his fatigue and became filled with new energy. ‘Enda, accompany Tormeid here to join Dego and our men. They are south of the Suir and marching towards Liath Mór even as we speak.’ As Enda and Tormeid left without a further word, Colgú turned to Gelgéis: ‘Lady, forgive me, but I must request your hospitality of Durlus for my entourage while we await news and while these matters are resolved. I shall also need a secure place for my prisoner.’

  ‘Then you shall have it,’ Gelgéis replied, turning to relay these orders to Spealáin.

  There suddenly came a high-pitched cry and Dúnliath came pushing through those who surrounded Colgú. Ailill followed at her shoulder.

  ‘My lord! Oh, my lord! Have you come to rescue me?’

  Colgú appeared slightly embarrassed as the young woman threw herself into his arms.

  ‘Dúnliath! What are you doing here?’ he asked in surprise, disentangling himself from her embrace. ‘What rescue do you need?’

  ‘After you had left Cashel, my father brought me here for safety. He said it was for the best.’

  Colgú seemed puzzled for a moment. ‘I do not understand why. There was no threat to Cashel, and the bandits were already defeated to all intents and purposes. I thought that Drón knew that before I left. Where is your father?’ he demanded, looking about him.

  It was Fidelma who explained. ‘Drón was murdered here a short while ago.’

  Colgú barely had time to register his astonishment before the girl almost wailed, ‘I wanted to take his body home to Gabrán for burial but I was not allowed to leave. Please, my lord, you will escort us home now, won’t you?’

  ‘I am responsible for stopping her leaving,’ Fidelma said hastily, before her brother could respond. ‘Firstly, there was news of the Laigin army only a short distance from Gabrán and, secondly, I had to take charge of the investigation into the murder of Drón.’ She lowered her voice. ‘I believe his death is related to the conspiracy which confronts us. In the circumstances, I could not allow Dúnliath and her escort to leave until the matter was resolved.’

  Colgú gave a smile of reassurance to Dúnliath.

  ‘I must agree with my sister. It is not the time to be travelling east through Osraige, with the threat of the men of Laigin gathered almost within sight of Gabrán. I still don’t understand why you are here. You would have been much safer in Cashel. No harm would have come to you there.’

  Fidelma intervened. ‘I can take it that you did not suggest that Drón bring his daughter and his entourage here for safety?’

  Colgú looked at her in astonishment. ‘Why would I do that? Cashel is impregnable.’

  The girl gave a tearful sniff and said, ‘It was my father who thought it best to come here and cross into Osraige.’

  ‘Well, no matter. I am here now.’ Colgú smiled, as if comforting a child. ‘And have no fear, my sister will discover who assassinated your father.’ He turned and saw Ailill for the first time. ‘Greetings, cousin. You should have persuaded your foster-father to remain at Cashel.’

  The young man grimaced. ‘I did my best but Drón was a man who was difficult to shift, once his mind was made up.’

  Colgú said gently to Dúnliath, ‘There are things that I must do – important matters that need attending to. You go now and I will join you shortly.’

  It was a hint but the girl was not one to take hints. Instead, it was Abbot Daig who came forward and ushered the unwilling girl back inside the building. Ailill paused for a moment but, sensing his presence was not wanted, turned to follow them.

  A sudden tiredness spread across Colgú’s features. At the same time he became aware that his companions were still standing waiting for his orders. He looked about and, with growing guilt, realised that those warriors of his escort who had not accompanied Enda and Tormeid were still patiently mounted and also awaiting instructions. Colgú turned to Caol. ‘Deploy the men, then bring our prisoner, Étain of An Dún, into the chamber to which the Lady Gelgéis’s steward will conduct you. Make sure that she is secured, for in her distempers she may harm herself, let alone others. Also ensure that you post sentinels at the crossing-points along the river to await news from Dego as to how matters fare at Liath Mór, and quarter the rest of our men as best you can.’

  Caol raised a hand in acknowledgment and hurried away without further ado.

  ‘With Gelgéis’s permission,’ Colgú announced, ‘I suggest that we all repair to her reception chamber and you can tell us all about this matter.’

  To his surprise, Fidelma shook her head. ‘There are still many strands of this mystery that need to be pulled together, brother. Before we begin to understand this conspiracy, I would like to speak with the Lady Étain.’

  Colgú grimaced dourly. ‘I have no objection but I must warn you, the lady is not right in her mind. Probably she has not been sane in years. I doubt whether you will get any sense out of her.’

  ‘Indeed. She was not in her right mind the last time we encountered her,’ Eadulf reminded them.

  ‘Nevertheless, it is important that I try to speak with her,’ insisted Fidelma.

  ‘As soon as Caol has brought her into a safe chamber, we shall go to see her,’ Colgú acquiesced. ‘Now, perhaps I can prevail on the Lady Gelgéis for some refreshment, for it has been a long and dusty ride and I can tell you how we defeated the so-called rebellion in the west.’

  ‘What I want to know is how you managed to capture Étain of An Dún after the stories we had heard,’ Fidelma said, when refreshments had been served to her brother, Gelgéis, herself and Eadulf.

  ‘It was not difficult. She and her band of wretches attacked isolated settlements, travelling merchants and also small religious communities. From each they looted and increased their wealth to be able to extend their numbers,’ said Colgú.

  ‘But there was no big battle?’ Gelgéis asked. ‘We heard there was a battle and you had to take reinforcements from Cashel.’

  Colgú guffawed. ‘No more than a skirmish before Étain and her followers ran away, chased by Dego and his hundred warriors. Where did you hear of such a thing?’

  ‘So Dego could have overtaken and captured her?’ queried Fidelma, not answering his question.

  Her brother shook his head. ‘Dego was so surprised by the size of the band and the poor quality of the bandits that he thought their flight into the western mountains must be a ruse; a means to lure him into a trap – especially when he identified Étain of An Dún as their leader. I confess that I would have thought the same. So he sent a messenger to me and suggested that he would take his men into the trap if he could coordinate with me – asking me to bring a company of warriors round against the rear of her band. That way, if it was a trap, she would be the one that would fall into it. Brehon Áedo and Abbot Ségdae came with me and we took no more than a company.’

  ‘Only a company of warriors, not a full battalion?’ asked Eadulf. ‘How many men did Étain have?’

  ‘Hardly any at all, and when we had a final encounter, most of those fled at the sight of trained warriors – as they had when they first encountered Dego and his men.’

  ‘So what of these stories that we heard, of a mighty army …?’ Gelgéis was baffled.

  ‘It was either in the frightened minds of those telling the stories, or else they were lies deliberately spread to create panic,’ concluded Colgú.

  ‘So the mighty army turned out to be nothing but rumour?’

  ‘Isn’t there a saying that a bad rumour is stronger than good news?’ Colgú grinned. ‘It only nee
ded a hundred trained warriors to disperse the rebels. Most of them were simply there for the loot they’d been promised. Only a handful of acolytes following Étain were possessed of her fanatical religious zeal and remained with her until the end.’

  ‘But surely they could see that she was insane?’ Eadulf said.

  ‘Insane? Yes. But she has strength of purpose, a commanding attitude, and was ruthless with both friends as well as enemies. Those sorts of people often command loyalty, whether from fear or avarice, in those who follow them. They spread their own insanity like a disease.’

  ‘It is hard to believe that she could attract any following at all.’ Gelgéis shuddered.

  ‘From my dealings with her, I have to admit that she is an amazing woman in many respects,’ Fidelma said. ‘It is true that Étain is a fanatic. She believes in the teachings of the Faith to which she has been converted. It was her own arrogance, her egotism that produced this madness. She truly believes that she, and she alone, holds the key to the truth and can protect the integrity of the Faith in this land. That became clear when we confronted her in Lios Mór. And there are always conscience-free sycophants who will be lured by orators of false passions who promise them the wealth with which they can purchase power.’ There was a pause before Fidelma asked her brother: ‘So what happened when you caught up with her?’

  Colgú said wearily, ‘She had a few remaining followers. Those whose loyalty she had purchased had already fled. Most of her band had been killed during her quest for power. As I said, Dego and his men had managed to deal with them. I and my warriors were barely needed. So how on earth did these rumours spread of great battles and me leading a full cath from Cashel?’

  ‘It is the story that Drón told us,’ replied Gelgéis.

  ‘How did Aidan come into contact with you?’ Fidelma asked her brother. ‘I had sent him south to Cashel to warn you of Fianamail’s actions.’

  ‘We were on our way back to Cashel with Étain when I met Caol and Aidan with a full cath, a battalion of a three thousand warriors, moving north. Enda had joined them. Finguine, my tánaiste, had sent them in good faith, having heard news from Aidan. He decided to hold another cath ready to guard the southern approaches. He thought the Laigin army might attack across the fords of An Ghlais Alainn straight westward to Cashel. But Finguine is cautious. He considered the possibility that they could attempt to come through the territory of the Éile as they had tried years ago. So we joined with Caol and his warriors and came here. The rest you know, and you are telling me this is all part of some conspiracy?’