Fidelma was surprised. ‘In my land, it is the very opposite — for the wives of fishermen keep black cats, especially while their husbands are at sea, because they believe they will prevent danger coming against them.’
Aourken was silent as she continued her work with distaff and spindle.
‘Why are you interested in black cats?’ she asked after a while.
‘There was a black cat on the Barnacle Goose. It was rather a special cat.’
‘Fidelma thought she saw it in the abbey grounds,’ Eadulf said, only to receive a frown from Fidelma.
‘I did see the cat,’ she insisted. ‘It is identifiable by a lump of pitch that was stuck to the back of its neck.’
‘So, you think that this cat managed to get from the ship to here?’ Aourken pursed her lips. ‘Well, no large ships have anchored in this bay for as long as I recall.’
Fidelma shifted her weight on the bench and stared at the mug of cider in her hand thoughtfully for a moment or two.
‘Is there anywhere along this coast where large ships can take refuge?’ she asked outright. There was little use in being subtle. ‘You mentioned raids against the farmsteads here.’
Aourken stopped her spinning for a moment and observed Fidelma with her keen eyes. She said nothing. Fidelma decided to be honest with the woman, for her personality invited trust.
‘You see, it occurred to me that the vessel might have come from somewhere along this coast,’ Fidelma continued. ‘When we approached the coastline from the south, it looked fairly open and with no natural harbours. But I was wondering if there was anywhere that a raiding ship could hide. Somewhere it could take a captive ship. The cat must have managed to get ashore near here.’
Aourken shrugged. ‘I am afraid that there are many such places,’ she answered, as she resumed her task at the spindle.
Fidelma and Eadulf exchanged a glance.
‘From what we saw, we thought the beaches were fairly shallow and open, and the rocky places do not indicate a sheltered harbour.’
‘That is only along this southerly coast,’ replied the woman. ‘But we are on a small peninsula — it is like a finger that sticks out. At the base of the finger is the abbey; at the tip of the finger is Noalou, a headland. There is a sea channel between that and another headland, Penn hir. That’s the very channel where my husband lost his life. That channel leads from the Great Sea into the Morbihan, an area surrounded by land all except that channel into it and rivers. And in the Little Sea there are countless islands where ships and men can hide for all eternity.’
Fidelma was frowning with concentration as she followed her description.
‘But you said this channel was dangerous? Could a large vessel enter into it?’
‘If it is crewed by good seamen and the vessel is sturdy enough. One can only enter in and go out when the tide is right.’
‘The right tide?’ Fidelma was trying to remember something. Then she envisaged the slight white-robed form. ‘Quickly now or the tide will be against us!’ Was that what the murderous captain meant? Had he been anxious to get through that particular channel?
‘I should like to see this Morbihan,’ she said.
‘That is easy. All you need to do is take the westerly path towards Noalou. Before you reach it, there is a hill nearby, which we call Ar mont bihan, the Little Height, on which there stands a great stone place built by the ancients — the tomb of some great king, so the old ones say: Tumieg’s tomb. If you stand there, you will have a view across the peninsula to the Little Sea, and will be able to observe its vastness and all the islands in it.’
‘You said there are many islands?’ queried Eadulf.
‘Yes, indeed. I’ve heard it said there is one island for every day of the year. No one has ever counted them, though my husband once said that there are around a hundred, counting the lumps of rock that rise out of the sea.’
Eadulf suppressed a whistle of surprise. ‘That is enough. Are they all large?’
‘Many are large enough to be inhabited.’
‘How far away is this height where we can view the Little Sea?’ The question came from Fidelma.
‘Five kilometres on a good path.’
Fidelma glanced up at the sky and Eadulf, seeing the movement, said nervously: ‘We would not have time to go there and return before nightfall.’
Aourken nodded sympathetically. ‘Brother Eadulf is right. You would have no time now before nightfall. Anyway, if you were looking for a ship at anchor, then you have no chance at all because it would be dusk. Indeed, my dear, that ship could easily be hidden behind any one of the islands. Make no mistake; we are not talking about a lake. That is why we call it the Little Sea. From one side to the other is half the distance to Houdig, where you came from, and far more than that wide. There are inlets and rivers — not to mention the islands. You could lose an entire fleet of warships there. This was the very heartland of the great Veneti who fought the Romans in the ancient times.’
‘You seem to know it well?’ Eadulf said.
‘When I first went with my husband, I sailed with him through those waters,’ she said. Then observing that her spindle was full, she placed it beside her and drew forth another one.
Fidelma glanced reluctantly at the sky again. ‘Tomorrow, early, we shall walk to this place. The tomb of Tumieg, you say? We will examine this Little Sea for ourselves.’
‘You are a strange lady, in truth,’ Aourken commented. ‘If it were me, I would be merely content that I had been preserved from the attack of these pirates and head for my home as quickly as I could. I would not wish to put myself in the way of encountering those evil people again.’
‘I have a duty to the dead and to justice,’ replied Fidelma simply. ‘And if there is a chance that some of the crew of the vessel that we were on are still alive, then it is my duty also to effect the rescue.’
‘Then God protect you in that desire,’ the woman sighed. ‘Ah, here is Brother Metellus coming back to join us.’
The stocky Roman came striding down the path to where they sat, and they saw he was smiling happily.
‘Good news,’ he greeted them, waving aside an offer of cider from Aourken. ‘I came to tell you that there is word that Biscam, the merchant, and his brothers are close by. They should be at the abbey tomorrow before nightfall. They will stay with us no more than a day or so, which means I can soon head back to Houdig and you can both be on your way to Naoned.’
‘Good news, indeed,’ Eadulf responded, but he was aware that Fidelma did not seem to share their enthusiasm.
‘We’ve just been discussing the situation, Brother Metellus,’ she said quietly. ‘It seems there is a possibility that the ship that attacked us and captured the Barnacle Goose might be harboured in a place called the Little Sea.’
Brother Metellus was astonished. ‘Morbihan!’ he exclaimed. He glanced at Aourken. ‘What makes you think so?’
‘I was just telling them about the Little Sea.’ The elderly woman shrugged. ‘I made no other speculation.’
‘Do not blame Aourken,’ Fidelma said. ‘Some instinct tells me that the attackers came from along this coast and took the Barnacle Goose back to their hiding-place. I have now learned there is an entrance here into an inner sea which is where the ship could have come from.’
Brother Metellus drew up a stool to sit down.
‘Have you heard of such a vessel in those waters, Aourken?’ he demanded of the woman as she continued to work with distaff and spindle.
‘In truth, I have not, Brother,’ she responded obediently. ‘Although some of the farms have been raided by strangers and their barns burned and stock taken. No one knows where these raiders came from. But if they came from a ship that had somehow managed to hide in Morbihan, you could search for all eternity and not find it.’