‘Did this merchant make enquiries as to what had happened at this ford?’ Fidelma asked.
‘Alas, there was no one left other than corpses. The men, women and children had all been cut down or fled. The merchant felt it wiser not to tarry there but carried straight on to our abbey at Imleach. He was very fearful about what he had seen.’
‘You gave the impression that he was not the only person bearing such reports,’ Fidelma remarked. ‘You said this merchant gave the first account?’
The abbot nodded slowly. ‘It is true. Not long after the merchant had brought his news, a band of our Brothers arrived from the Abbey of the Blessed Nessan, at Muine Gairid. They came with a similar story, for they too had seen several churches and farmsteads burned on their journey south and people’s bodies lying unattended.’
‘Churches burned?’ Fidelma was astonished.
‘And religious killed,’ confirmed Abbot Ségdae.
‘Muine Gairid is north of Áth Dara,’ observed Colgú, ‘so these killings and burnings are mainly located in the territory of the Uí Fidgente. Did these brethren encounter anyone who knew what was happening, anyone who could identify those responsible?’
‘No one,’ said the abbot.
‘If the territory of the Uí Fidgente is under attack, then we should have heard something from Prince Donennach,’ Colgú pointed out. ‘When he became ruler over his people, under the peace settlement, we agreed that he should notify me of any dissension in his land.’
‘And this is all the information that you have?’ Fidelma glanced from the abbot to her brother. There was a silence. She waited a moment and then said to Colgú: ‘What is it that you intend to do?’
‘There is little action I can take without more facts about the perpetrators of these attacks. Apart from the reports that the abbot has brought us, there has been no word or request for assistance from the Prince of the Uí Fidgente, nor from any of the surrounding clans and settlements.’
‘Maybe Prince Donennach has been unable to send for assistance,’ Abbot Ségdae suggested.
‘Perhaps.’ But Colgú did not sound convinced. ‘The only thing to do is send some of my warriors to Prince Donennach and see what they can find out about this matter.’
Fidelma was quiet for a few moments and then she said, ‘I too see no other path that can be taken at this time. But it is curious that we have heard nothing before this. We must be careful, lest we send our warriors into a trap.’
‘A trap?’ Colgú raised his eyebrows. ‘What makes you say that?’
‘Recent history. The Uí Fidgente have a reputation for plotting. I do not have to remind you of the assassination attempt on you. We should have a care, brother.’
Colgú understood the dangers only too well. ‘I shall instruct Finguine to deal with the matter. He is of the Eóghanacht Áine and is acquainted with the territory.’
Fidelma frowned. ‘I was told that Finguine and some warriors had left before dawn to remind the Cenél Lóegairi that it was time to pay their tribute to Cashel.’
Colgú was momentarily surprised.
‘He did not-’ He caught himself and shrugged. ‘Finguine is far too conscientious. I was not told he had left. In that case, I’ll appoint Dego to command.’
‘Not Caol?’ Fidelma enquired. ‘He is more experienced.’ Caol was the commander of Colgú’s élite bodyguard and one of the best military strategists in Cashel.
‘Dego has experience enough for this matter,’ her brother said firmly.
‘Perhaps he should be accompanied by someone legally qualified to ask pertinent questions?’ Fidelma mused.
Her brother chuckled cynically. ‘Meaning you, I suppose? The answer is no. I know that you have been bored and with little to do since the meeting of the Council of Brehons, but I am not going to send you into a situation which may prove dangerous.’
Fidelma was indignant. ‘Why not? Have I not been in dangerous situations enough times?’
‘Until we know who these raiders are and what their purpose is, then I agree that caution is needed,’ intervened Abbot Ségdae. ‘If religious are being slaughtered in the land of the Uí Fidgente, then your rank and position may not protect you.’
‘The abbot is right, Fidelma,’ her brother agreed. ‘Anyway, I shall not allow it. Dego will command a céta and will go north-west to investigate. That should be sufficient to deal with the matter.’
A céta was a company of 100 warriors. Unless the kingdom was engaged in a full conflict, the King maintained only one full-time cath or battalion of warriors consisting of 3,000 men. The battalion was divided into small companies of a hundred men, and further sub-divided into units of fifty and squads of nine men. Should the services of more men be needed in time of war, a sluaghadh or hosting was called and all free clansmen, under their chieftains, were expected to come forward. Such hostings were confined to the summer months, the season for warfare, if warfare ever erupted. Throughout the year, the cath, or battalion, lived in a permanent and well-ordered encampment. There they trained in the art of warfare as well as being instructed in music and poetry, and were provided with other entertainments to amuse them as if they were in their own villages. Their commanders were usually members of the Nasc Niadh, the élite bodyguard of the Eóghanacht kings. Therefore, at any season of the year, the King was able to call upon warriors in time of need without waiting for a call to the clans to gather in a hosting.
‘I would like to start back to Imleach now,’ the abbot said. ‘I am expecting Bran Finn to arrive back at the abbey soon and would not like to miss him.’
‘Bran Finn? Who is he?’ asked Fidelma.
‘The new Prince of the Déisi Muman, who is returning from a trip to the west. But I thought he came here first to Cashel as courtesy to you, Colgú? Did you not meet him then, Fidelma?’
‘My sister was visiting someone at the Hill of Rafon that day,’ Colgú intervened. ‘Bran Finn did not stay very long before travelling on to Imleach. In fact, only long enough as protocol dictated to pay his respects. He seemed in a hurry and I was surprised to see that he travelled alone.’
‘I do not know him,’ confirmed Fidelma. ‘Surely it is unusual for a prince of the Déisi Muman to visit Imleach and the west?’
‘The abbey administers to the unfortunates in the Glen of Lunatics, as you know. The Prince has a distant relative under the care of the abbey. He came some days ago to ensure his relative is well sustained, and brought gifts to the abbey before going on into the Glen of Lunatics.’
‘He promised to return to the abbey on his way back to the territory of the Déisi,’ the abbot explained. ‘I wanted his assurance that he approved our work. His patronage would be welcome, you understand. It is difficult caring for those whose minds are unbalanced and-’
Abbot Ségdae was cut short by an urgent knock on the door. Even before Colgu could answer it, the door opened and Caol, the commander of the Nasc Niadh, entered. It was clear to Fidelma that he had important news to impart, but Colgú spoke first.
‘Why was I not told that Finguine had left Cashel?’
Caol blinked at the abruptness of the question.
‘He told me not to disturb you while you were with Abbot Ségdae, and said he would return within a few days. I did not think it essential that you be informed.’
‘Well, I have a job for Dego …’
‘I think Caol has something more urgent on his mind,’ Fidelma interrupted. ‘Let’s hear what he has to say.’
Her brother turned to Caol. ‘You have some other news?’
‘A farmer has arrived here to report the finding of a body on his land,’ said Caol. ‘He seeks a Brehon’s advice.’
Fidelma was curious. ‘Then why come to bother the King about it? There is a choice of Brehons even in the township.’