Shadowmagic

by John Lenahan

Mom drew her yew wand and spoke. ‘By order of Oison, Chooser of the Rune of Duir, I forthwith lift the banishment of the Fili and once again grant all of the peoples of The Land the freedom of the Fililands.’

  She touched her wand to the blackthorn wall, incanted and stood back. Nothing happened at first–but then began that spooky creaking sound, the sound that usually means the plant is about to kill you. This time the thorns parted, leaving a huge archway large enough for at least four horsemen to ride abreast.

  Although they were standing to attention, Lorcan and his men strained their necks to get the first glimpse of the Fililand in a generation–and a generation is a long time around here. The ominous rowan forest was lush and shadowy–the exact opposite of where we were standing. It took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the dark, green leaf-filtered light. A gasp went though the crowd as Fand appeared. Like some TV magician’s optical illusion, she seemed to appear right out of a tree trunk. Behind her, dozens of other Fili seemed to fade in from nothing.

  Fand stopped at the edge of the archway. She looked at Mom and me and said in that soft voice of hers, ‘I have never been outside of the Fililands.’

  ‘Well then,’ I said. ‘I think it’s about time.’

  Fand stepped blinking into the sunlight.

  Mom turned to me and said, ‘Prince Conor…’

  ‘Prince Conor what?’

  ‘As the senior representative of the House of Duir, announce the queen.’

  ‘Oh,’ I said, clearing my voice. ‘Ladies and gentlemen and Imps and Leprechauns and whoever else–I give you Her Excellent Royal Highness the Queen of the spookiest folks I have ever met–Fand of the Fili. She’s a great cook too.’

  Lorcan and his men saluted and then cheered. Mom looked at me and shook her head.

  ‘I guess I have to work on this princely stuff.’

  ‘Yes, you do,’ Mom said with that disapproving look I cultivate.

  Mom and Fand embraced. The soldiers broke ranks to shake hands and feel their first Fili.

  We all mounted up. Fand rode with Mom, more for emotional support than for Fand’s benefit. A group of Fili jogged along beside us like presidential bodyguards.

  The small contingent that Lorcan had left behind had been busy. The stones that had made up the ruined Hall of Knowledge had been stacked as if in preparation for rebuilding. Mom went to work immediately. She helped organise all of the documents that had been found, and insisted, for some reason, that every piece of parchment, no matter how small, should be saved.

  That night after dinner I found Fand and Mom in Lorcan’s old headquarters, engrossed with Shadowmagic.

  ‘I hate to bother you, Fand, but can I borrow my mother for a little while?’

  ‘Of course, Conor.’

  When Mom looked at my face she asked, ‘What is it, Conor?’

  ‘Come with me, I have a surprise for you.’

  I led her out of the room past the wall with the stained-glass window and stopped her before we entered the courtyard.

  ‘Dahy gave me a hazelwood banta stick that had belonged to Liam.’

  ‘I remember Father giving that to him. And he gave it to you? That was nice of him.’

  ‘Yes, it was. The first time I was here I left it behind in the courtyard. I’d like you to see it.’

  We turned the corner together. I was shocked at how much it had grown. The last time I had seen it, my staff had sprouted tiny green shoots–now it sported full leaves and had grown almost a foot. Mom dropped to her knees and placed her hand on what once was my weapon. She removed her hands and beamed at me–tears sparkled in her eyes.

  ‘Lorcan thinks it may be a new Tree of Knowledge,’ I said.

  ‘He is correct–it is. It is a miracle.’ She hugged me. ‘You, my son, are a miracle.’

  ‘Aw shucks, Ma–it was nothing.’

  If not for the nagging feeling that something was missing, that I knew was the absence of Fergal, the following few days were the happiest I spent in The Land. I helped the Imps and Leprechauns shift rock, organised papers with Mom and even did a little gardening with Araf.

  The night before we left to return to Castle Duir I asked Mom if she was going to reopen the Hall of Knowledge.

  ‘That is not a task for me,’ she said. ‘This is no longer my home. My home was destroyed. That is a job for another. You, perhaps?’

  ‘Mom, I’m eighteen years old.’

  ‘Some think youth has a certain kind of wisdom.’ Her eyes twinkled and I didn’t like it.

  ‘No thanks. One Professor O’Neil in this family is quite enough.’

  I was loath to leave this place. Not just because I enjoyed it so much, but because I knew I was now forced to make a decision. During most of the ride back I wrestled with comparisons between the Real World and The Land. When we reached Glen Duir I let everyone ride ahead except for Araf, who insisted on remaining as my royal bodyguard.

  ‘Oh my, my,’ Mother Oak said to me as she swept me into her limbs. ‘You have a difficult decision to make’

  ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘and I don’t know what to do.’

  ‘My poor dear, I can feel the conflict inside you. A choice between the heart and the brain–is it not? Most say one should go with the heart but I have touched many a brain that has regretted that decision.’

  ‘What should I do?’

  ‘Oh dear, do not ask me. My advice would be to grow bark and sprout leaves. There is nothing I would love more than to calm your mind but that decision, I am afraid, my son, is yours.’

  I hugged Mother Oak and dreamily mounted Cloud, but I didn’t go anywhere. I sat there thinking, long enough to try even Araf’s patience.

  Finally he asked, ‘What do you want to do now?’

  ‘I think,’ I said, making up my mind on the spot, ‘I want to buy a new pair of sneakers.’

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Goodbyes

  We buried Fergal in the family plot, next to his great-grandfather’s memorial. Gerard and Dahy sang a lament. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

  When it was finished, I was left alone except for about ten Imps. They lifted a massive flat rock across two upright stones that stood on either side of the grave. It was just like the dolmens that the ancient Irish chieftains were buried under. That was my idea. I threw a pebble on top for good luck and said goodbye. On the way back to the castle I got a stone in one of my sandals. It hurt but it made me laugh. I had an image of the ghost of my cousin slipping it in there, for a joke. I had buried Fergal in my Nikes.

  Gerard and Dahy were standing next to me when I stood up.

  ‘I don’t think my dagger will work in the Real World,’ Dahy said, ‘but it might come in handy anyway.’

  ‘I won’t need it,’ I said, ‘I’ve got an even better weapon.’ I cocked my wrist and Fergal’s Banshee blade, newly equipped with a gold wire, dribbled out of my arm and then I missed it. It hung from my sleeve like a child’s mitten. ‘I still haven’t got the hang of it yet.’

  Gerard laughed that hearty laugh of his. ‘There is always a beer waiting for you in the House of Muhn, Conor.’ He gave me a bear-hug that lifted my feet off the ground. When I got my breath back, he asked, ‘Have you spoken to Essa?’

  ‘No,’ I said, a little ashamed.

  ‘Speak to her at least.’

  I spotted Lorcan outside the castle before I went in. He was supervising the rebuilding of the east wall that had been destroyed by Cialtie’s Golden Circle. He had traded in his sword for a straight edge and a hammer. He was an engineer again and looked happy. He climbed down from the scaffolding when he saw me approach.

  ‘I’m sorry I missed the burial, but I need to get this done before the winter sets in,’ he said.

  ‘That’s OK, I don’t even think Fergal would have minded.’

  ‘He was a good man, Conor. I’m sorry’

  ‘Thanks,’ I said.

  I shook his hand. As I walked into the castle I shouted, ‘Goodbye Lorcan the Leprecha
un!’

  ‘Do not call me that!’

  I smiled. One of his workers, who must have been listening, yelled, ‘Look, it’s Lorcan the Leprechaun!’ Lorcan shook his fist at him but he didn’t look that mad. He wasn’t a general any more and that suited him just fine.

  Araf was in the courtyard planting flowers.

  ‘I’m leaving today, ‘I said. I can’t thank you enough for all you did for me. I’ll miss you.’

  He nodded and said, ‘Goodbye.’

  That’s all he said. I think I would have been disappointed if he said more.

  I hesitated before I knocked on Essa’s door. This was going to be difficult. She stood up like a nervous schoolgirl when I came in, and brushed down her dress. She looked fantastic.

  ‘You’re leaving today?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I wish you wouldn’t.’

  ‘It’s not because of you,’ I said. But if I was honest with myself, a lot of it was. I couldn’t get over what she had done to me in the Chamber. I just didn’t think I could trust her again. ‘So I guess this is goodbye.’

  She threw herself into my arms. I could feel her warm tears fall down my neck.

  ‘Oh, Conor, I am sorry. I am so sorry about everything.’

  ‘I know,’ I said, stroking her hair. ‘I know.’

  Then we kissed. Not counting that attack kiss in the Hall of Knowledge, or the movie kiss in the Reedlands, this was our first real kiss. It almost made me want to stay.

  Mom, Nieve and Dad were waiting for me in the Room of Spells. Mom explained that it was the most magically charged place in the castle and she could get me back to the Real World from there.

  Nieve’s arm was in a sling. I know it was mean of me, but I hoped it hurt like hell.

  ‘I was wrong,’ Nieve said. ‘I will never again try to force the hand of fate.’

  ‘Well, I’d certainly be a happier guy if you quit the prophecy-fulfilling business.’

  ‘I’m sorry you are leaving, I’d like to be a proper aunt to you.’

  ‘Well–maybe I’ll put you back on my Christmas card list, if you promise to behave.’

  ‘What is a Christmas card?’ she asked, as another joke bit the dust. Then she kissed me on the cheek. ‘That is what I really wanted to do when I first saw you,’ she said, and left me alone with my parents.

  Mom was wearing her new rune around her neck. It appeared to be made of amber but it was almost insubstantial. It looked like if you tried to touch it, your hand would pass right through. Engraved in it was a marking that I didn’t recognise–no one did. ‘Have you figured out what your rune means?’

  ‘No. When things calm down around here, Oisin and I will organise an expedition to see if there is any new land.’

  ‘If it is your land, then I know it will be wonderful.’

  Mom hugged me even harder than Essa. ‘I only just got you back.’

  These women, who were so strong in battle, were killing me with just their tears. ‘I know, Mom,’ I said, ‘but I…’

  She pushed back and wiped her eyes. ‘No, no, you don’t have to explain. You have to make your own way.’ She wasn’t the first mother to have to say that. ‘Here, I have a present for you.’ She picked up a velvet bag and took out two Emain slates and handed me one. ‘Write to me.’

  I looked down at the wood-framed sheet of gold. ‘Will it work?’ She smiled–my mother is the most beautiful woman in The Land–in any land.

  ‘It is worth a try,’ she said.

  I embraced her again–I thought my heart was going to break.

  My father stood in front of me–all of him, right hand included. That was going to take some getting used to. He looked ten years younger, a picture of vitality in his royal clothes, standing in his castle. For the first time I can remember, he looked like he belonged somewhere.

  ‘You know, you look great, Pop.’

  ‘Deirdre here thinks I have my immortality back. We’ll see.’

  ‘What about Cialtie?’ I asked.

  ‘We’ll find him, and if not, I’m sure he will find us.’

  ‘Maybe he didn’t survive.’

  ‘Maybe, but if I know my brother, he probably did.’ He put on his concerned father look. ‘There is nothing back there for you,’ he said. ‘This is your home.’

  ‘I think I have to find that out for myself.’

  Boy, had things changed, he didn’t even try arguing with me. His face softened and he said, ‘I guess you’re right.’

  ‘Dad, I want to thank you, not just for the recent stuff but for everything.’

  ‘If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’m proud of you, son.’

  And then we did something that I never thought would happen. We shook hands.

  I woke up on the floor of my living room. I was back. I was back in the Real World and it amazed me how fast Real World concerns flooded into my brain. Believe it or not, it was the first time I wondered, Just what in the heck am I going to tell Sally–or anybody, for that matter? I pushed those problems aside for a minute and stood up.

  The room was completely trashed. The tables and chairs were mostly smashed. There was a horrible odour, which I soon discovered came from a pile of horse dung behind an overturned sofa. I surveyed the disaster area and almost said out loud, ‘There’s no place like home,’ but there wasn’t anyone around to hear it, and nobody ever gets my jokes anyway.

  THE END

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