The Leper's bell

Chapter Seven

Quiet!’ snapped Fidelma, as several voices began to speak at once. She moved forward and knelt by the side of the body. The dwarf had a young face in spite of the distortion of the garrotting. He had dark hair and there was no sign of a religious tonsure. The body was still warm to the touch. Not long dead. She noticed a piece of metal half hidden by the body and reached for it. It came away with a musical chime. It was a small bronze bell with a wooden handle. She looked at it for a few minutes before placing it on the ground beside her and then she carefully examined the hands and face of the body. As she did so a puzzled frown began to crease her brow.

To the surprise of the watchers, she began to pull open the robes, slowly and carefully, to reveal the flesh of the body. In silence they watched her make her examination, and then she replaced the robe over the little body and stood up.

‘Is there a physician here in Cnoc Loinge?’ she asked Fiachrae.

The chieftain had been watching her in bewilderment and now shook his head.

‘There is a herbalist and there is the man who dresses corpses for burial. The nearest physician resides in the abbey of Imleach.’

‘Have the herbalist take the body to a place where he can examine it thoroughly. I want his report within the hour.’

‘What is he to look for?’

‘He is to report whether this man had any afflictions.’

Fiachrae turned to the attendant who had brought them hither and repeated the order. The man went off at a trot.

Fidelma had turned back to the warriors.

‘Now, how was this body discovered?’

Gorman shuffled his feet awkwardly.

‘I discovered it, lady.’

‘How was that?’ asked Fidelma sharply. ‘This spot is well away from the fair ground, where you were asked to search. The body is hidden in this wood.’

‘Indeed. When you left us, Capa told us to separate to complete our search more quickly. I had been wandering through the fair for some time when Capa came to me and told me that a woman had reported that she had seen a dwarf in religious robes with a leper’s bell lurking in the woods in this direction. He sent me to see if there was truth in the report.’

Capa made to intervene but Fidelma raised her hand to silence him.

‘Go on, Gorman.’

‘I came here and began to look round. The body was not exactly hidden and so I came upon it quite easily.’

‘And was it in the position that I first saw it?’

‘Exactly so, lady. I touched nothing, but, ascertaining the little man was dead, and certainly not wishing to touch a leper, I ran back and found Capa who was still searching the fair with Caol. We came here and then Capa returned to the fair for a moment. He said that he had told a man to go to fetch you.’

Caol moved forward. ‘Capa and Gorman remained with the body while I waited on the edge of the wood for you.’

‘And so, Gorman, when you came upon the body, there was no sign of anyone else nearby?’

‘No, lady. As soon as I saw in what manner the little man had died, I looked quickly round, so far as my eyes could penetrate the wood, but saw no one nor any sign of anyone.’

Fidelma nodded slowly and turned her gaze on Capa.

‘I need to be clear in my own mind about the sequence of events. How did the woman know you were looking for a dwarf in religious clothing with a leper’s bell? If the woman told you that she had seen the dwarf lurking at the edge of the woods here, why did you not come to investigate yourself?’

Capa’s smiled was disarming.

‘I was asking some people if they had seen signs of the dwarf. I thought it might quicken our search if I did so. No one had seen him except this woman. I would estimate that she was some farmer’s daughter. She told me that she had seen this strange fellow while she was at the stream drawing water for her animals. Almost immediately, I saw Gorman,’ he indicated the raven-haired young warrior, ‘and told him to investigate. I went on asking people … and, shortly after, Gorman returned. The rest was as he narrated it, lady.’

Fidelma sighed deeply.

‘Let us return to your tent, Fiachrae. Wait here,’ she added to Capa and his men, ‘for the coming of the herbalist. Impress upon him that I want a thorough examination of the body for sign of any affliction that he may have suffered from, and when it is done, one of you come to Fiachrae’s tent to report to me. Then I will come and speak to him. Make sure he is thorough in his examination.’

Capa raised a hand in acknowledgement and Fidelma, with Fiachrae and Eadulf at her side, walked back towards the tent of the chieftain.

‘I don’t understand, cousin,’ protested Fiachrae. ‘I don’t follow any of this.’

‘No reason why you should,’ Fidelma replied shortly.

Eadulf cleared his throat meaningfully. After all, this was Fiachrae’s village over which he had jurisdiction. Fidelma unbent a little.

‘I think this is the dwarf we were looking for. But I do not believe the dwarf was a leper.’

Eadulf’s eyes rounded a little. ‘He did carry a leper’s bell.’

‘That is why I have asked that the body be examined by someone who can confirm my suspicion.’

Back in the chieftain’s tent, Fiachrae went immediately to the jug of mead, pouring himself a large measure. Then he remembered his manners and turned, jug in hand, to Fidelma and Eadulf.

‘Will you join me?’

This time Eadulf shook his head while Fidelma accepted.

‘A small measure,’ she added when she saw that her cousin was prepared to be generous with his liquor.

‘This has put a black cloud in the sky of our fair, cousin,’ muttered Fiachrae. ‘Who is this little religieux and who killed him? The slaughter was done in my territory and I am responsible for finding the evildoer.’

‘As a dálaigh, even though just visiting your territory, I take responsibility in that matter, cousin,’ Fidelma assured him.

‘But who is he?’ demanded Fiachrae. His eyes widened as if a thought had suddenly struck him. ‘I nearly overlooked something. I’d better inform the crossan, the little gleemen, just in case they know this dwarf.’

‘Good for you!’ exclaimed Fidelma. ‘I was nearly forgetting … ask them to gather at the place where the herbalist is making his examination. But on no account let them enter until I have seen the herbalist.’

When Fiachrae left, Eadulf leant quickly forward to Fidelma.

‘I have formed a theory. The young warrior, Gorman — he had the ideal opportunity to kill the dwarf.’

She returned his gaze evenly.

‘Why would you think that, Eadulf?’

‘He was more than keen to accompany us. He admitted he was in love with Sárait and wanted vengeance. Those are good reasons.’ His eyes widened suddenly. ‘If Aona is right, why, Gorman might even have been responsible for the death of Sárait’s husband Callada, and-’

Fidelma interrupted him. ‘I think we are racing ahead without evidence. It is fascinating to speculate but as I have often told you, Eadulf, speculation without facts will take us nowhere. Why would he kill the dwarf? We have no knowledge that the dwarf killed Sárait, only that a figure, which Caol deemed a misshapen child, brought a message to her and she went out of the palace in answer to it. We are working on supposition.’

Eadulf looked glum. ‘I had forgotten it was Caol who saw the misshapen child that night. Perhaps he recognised the dwarf and…’

Fidelma shook her head. ‘Let’s stop speculating until we hear further,’ she said.

It was not long before Caol summoned them to the herbalist’s shop. It was a wooden hut hung with dried herbs and flowers and a fire smouldered in a hearth at one end, enhancing the thick aromatic atmosphere to the point where Eadulf started to cough and even Fidelma had to catch her breath. Even though it was still daylight, the interior was lit with lamps as the small windows let in hardly any light.

The herbalist was old and querulous.

‘Well, the dwarf is dead,’ he snapped as they entered, peering in shortsighted fashion at them. ‘Dead,’ he repeated. ‘Why am I bothered further?’

Fidelma moved forward to face the old man.

‘A fool can tell that he is dead. I instructed that you look for signs of any affliction.’

The herbalist stared myopically at her.

‘Of course he was afflicted,’ he snapped. ‘He was a dwarf, wasn’t he?’

‘Again that is obvious,’ replied Fidelma sharply. ‘Did he suffer from leprosy?’

‘Did he … what?’ The herbalist was even more irritable. ‘I am being asked to teach a class in basic medicine?’

Fiachrae had joined them and moved close to the herbalist.

This is the sister of King Colgú, a dálaigh of the courts. Answer her questions in civil fashion or you may find that you will no longer be practising your art here,’ he said quietly.

The herbalist blinked, peering once again at Fidelma.

The dwarf did not suffer from leprosy,’ he said shortly.

‘So far as you could tell, has he ever done so?’

‘He has never done so. You do not, so far as I have knowledge, recover from of such a pestilence, even though some strangers claim such miraculous cures.’

Fidelma compressed her lips.

That is exactly what I wanted to confirm.’ Then she frowned. ‘What do you mean about strangers claiming cures?’

The old man sniffed in deprecation.

‘A day or so ago, a stranger came through here… his companion translated his words as he did not have much of our language. His companion told me that he was a healer in his own land. He claimed he knew of various herbs which might cure the disease. I knew none of them except burdock, but that I only know as a plant whose juices can be used to treat burns and sores.’

‘And we eat the young stalks in salads,’ added Eadulf, who, having spent some time studying the apothecary’s art, knew a little of such matters. ‘But what were the others that this stranger spoke of?’

The herbalist glanced at him in disfavour.

Things with strange foreign names. Not even the blessed Fintan of Teach Munna in Laigin was able to cure himself once he contracted the disease. I heard Bishop Petrán once argue that Fintan was cursed with the affliction because, during the great Synod of Magh Lene that was held when I was a young man some thirty-five years old, Fintan had argued against Rome’s authority. He went so far as to criticise some of the pronouncements of the Bishops of Rome, such as their approval of the Edict of Lyons when it was decreed that lepers should be cast out of society and go about ringing bells to warn others of their coming.’

Fidelma gave an intake of breath showing her impatience.

‘I am sure we are not interested in curses, apothecary, nor, at this moment, in the rights and wrongs of our culture and our church.’ She glanced to where the body lay on the table on which the apothecary had conducted his investigation. It was now clothed in the robe again and laid out in a manner ready for burial. The small child-like form was a pathetic sight.

‘Very well,’ she said. ‘Herbalist, we need to take over your shop for a few minutes. Will you wait outside with my guard? Fiachrae, remain with me. Eadulf, ask Capa to tell the crossan to come in.’

Eadulf escorted the disgruntled herbalist to the door and looking out saw Capa and his men standing with a group of half a dozen small people in garish clothing who were obviously the gleemen.

‘Let them come in now,’ he called to Capa.

The warrior nodded and the gleemen moved forward curiously, passing Eadulf into the apothecary’s hut and peering about.

They had hardly set foot inside the door when a wail suddenly came from one of them, who had pointed towards the body on the table. A great outcry arose from the others, anguish and despair rending the air. Fidelma had no need to ask if they recognised the dead man.

One of them ran forward, tugging at the body as if to ascertain whether it was alive or not. Fidelma saw a strong likeness between his face and that of the corpse. Of the gleemen, he seemed the most distraught, and it was pitiful to see his distress.

She moved forward and laid a hand on his shoulder.

‘I am sorry to have done this without forewarning. I just wanted to know if you or any of your companions would recognise the body.’

The dwarf, blinking back tears, gazed up at her. His grief was plain.

‘Of course I recognise him. He was my brother and one of our company.’ He spoke as many of his companions did with a slight lisp in his speech.

‘And his name was Forindain?’

The dwarf stared at her for a moment and then shook his head.

‘His name was Iubdán. Forindain was a part that I played.’

Fidelma hid her bewilderment. ‘Your name is Forindain?’

‘I am known as such,’ replied the dwarf. ‘None of these are our real names. We use the names of the characters we play. I play Forindain in our little love tale of Bebo.’

‘You are not a religious, Forindain?’

‘That is the part of my character — Brother Forindain the Leper who betrays the Fay linn in the story. Why do you ask this…?’ The little man’s eyes wandered to the body of his brother, taking in the costume he wore. ‘Ah, I see.’

Fidelma pursed her lips for a moment.

‘Which is more than I do. Forindain, I am sorry for the death of your brother. Believe me. But I am a dálaigh, and I am concerned to find out how and why he was killed…’

‘Was he murdered?’ demanded the dwarf, suddenly noticing the mark of the ligature round his brother’s neck. ‘Who would kill a crossan, a travelling player, who had no enemy in the world?’

‘That is what I must find out. Come with me to Fiachrae’s tent and let me discuss this with you and then, I promise, I will let you and your fellows mourn in peace.’

The crossan hesitated, glanced again at his brother’s body, and turned to his companions.

‘We must contain our grief for a moment. One of you must go and inform the people that we must cancel our play. Another must ask that the body of our friend, my brother, be wrapped in a recholl, a shroud, and we need someone to prepare the fuat, the bier, to bear him to his grave. I also need to speak to the chieftain, Fiachrae, and find out where he can be buried. Do these things, my friends, that I ask of you while I go and speak with this learned dálaigh. When they are done, then we, together, may start on the time of watching and make this coming night into day with the blaze of our torches while we raise our voices in the traditional caoine”

Fidelma was surprised by the intense cadences of his voice, the articulate phrases of his speech, until she realised that she had been overlooking the fact that the little man was a player, one of the crossan.

Fiachrae led the small party back to the convention seat. Fidelma had despatched Capa and his men to refresh themselves until such time as they were called for. In the tent, Fiachrae indicated that everyone should sit, and called for an attendant to bring corma. To his obvious surprise everyone else refused it while he, himself, poured a liberal measure of the fiery alcohol into his mug.

‘You are in charge here, cousin,’ he said. ‘Handle it in your way.’

‘Thank you, Fiachrae,’ Fidelma replied solemnly. She had been prepared to do so anyway. She turned to the dwarf. ‘Now, how shall I address you? As Forindain?’

The crossan inclined his head. ‘Since I joined the travelling players, it has become my name, Sister. My parents cast me out as soon as they could legally dispose of me … my brother and I, that is. We were fostered by an obláire, the chief of a company of players, and taught his skills so that we could use those attributes nature endowed us with for the entertainment of our fellows. You may call me Forindain as, after such a passage of time, I can answer to no other name.’

Thank you. You know this is Fiachrae, the chieftain of Cnoc Loinge, and this is Brother Eadulf of Seaxmund’s Ham, in the land of the South Folk beyond the seas.’

Forindain’s gaze swept them all before returning to Fidelma.

‘And you are a dálaigh, you say?’

‘My name is Fidelma, Fidelma of Cashel.’

Forindain blinked in recognition. ‘Are you sister to Colgú, king of Muman?’ he asked quietly.

‘I am. And you know of me?’

‘I have heard that you are a great dálaigh!

‘Nothing else?’

The dwarf frowned. ‘Is there anything else that I should know?’ he countered.

Fidelma was silent for a moment. Then she said: ‘Let us speak of your brother, Iubdán. Tell me about him.’

‘Little to tell. His life paralleled mine until it was cruelly taken away. Since we were fostered by the obláire we have been among the same crossan. We ran our small company of players together.’

‘And when did Iubdán join you here at Cnoc Loinge?’

Forindain frowned momentarily. ‘Join us? He came with the company. I joined the company here and-’

He paused abruptly and stared at her. Then his face went pale and a hand came up to his throat.

‘What troubles you, Forindain?’ Fidelma asked, trying to read what he was thinking by the expression in his amber-coloured eyes. Then she suddenly made an intuitive leap.

‘You were the one who came here from Cashel and not your brother, weren’t you?’

‘I will tell you my story, Fidelma of Cashel,’ Forindain said slowly, ‘and now I should like that drink of corma, Fiachrae.’

Bewildered, Fiachrae rose and poured the drink. The dwarf swallowed it in one quick mouthful.

‘We were performing in Tailltenn, before the High King himself,’ he began reflectively. ‘We had planned a tour which took in the township by the abbey of Cluain Mic Nois and then that of Tír dhá Ghlas before we came here. We also planned to go to the town of Ros Cairbre and others, working our way east along the coast to Ard Mhór and then up to Cluain Meala and Cashel the capital itself.’

Fidelma sat back, regarding him thoughtfully.

‘And why tell us this itinerary?’

‘Our company set out from Tailltenn all together, but at Tír dhá Ghlas, the land of the two streams, where we played before the settlement around the monastery there, I left the company.’

‘Why?’

‘We have never played in Cashel and so I decided to visit it before the company went there. I wanted to know whether it was a suitable place. Unfortunately, I was late reaching there. It was late afternoon and already dark. I knew that I could only spare a short time the following morning to look at the township. There was some disturbance going on and I felt it better to leave with a band of pilgrims who were heading west. I merely glanced round the main area of the township and then joined them at the inn.’

‘And you travelled to Cashel in your guise of Brother Forindain the Leper?’

Forindain grimaced. ‘I often find it a useful method of travelling. It keeps people at a distance, as there are many in the land who think they can take advantage of one of my size. We do not dwell in a perfect world.’

‘True enough,’ agreed Eadulf, seeing the logic of the explanation.

‘Why was your brother clad in your costume?’ Fidelma asked the question with sudden sharpness.

Forindain blinked.

‘We were preparing for the performance later this afternoon,’ he replied after a moment’s hesitation. ‘We always perform stories of the Faylinn, the little people, as it suits the whimsy of our presentation. I always play Brother Forindain the Leper. Iubdán often likes to try his hand at other parts and, in this manner, we can insure if one or other of our company is ill. There is always someone who can step into his or her part. So, this morning, Iubdán took my robe and bell and went off into the woods to rehearse.’

‘And he paid with his life,’ Fidelma said quietly. ‘He was mistaken for you.’

Eadulf looked shocked. He had not reached that conclusion at all.

‘You have a quick mind, Sister … I mean, lady,’ the dwarf said slowly. It was obvious that the thought had occurred to him. ‘But I do not understand why he was killed — or, rather, why anyone would want to kill me.’

‘It was for something you did at Cashel,’ replied Fidelma.

The dwarf looked puzzled. ‘Nothing happened at Cashel.’

‘Think back. Something happened to you,’ pressed Fidelma.

‘Little of consequence, except that I earned myself a screpall and then slept in a barn before joining the pilgrims who were going to Imleach. I prefer to travel on my own but, as I said, with the fuss going on, I could become anonymous among the pilgrims. I utilised their company on the road to Imleach. Company, I should say, in the broadest sense for I walked a distance behind them with my bell to serve as warning should they come too close. It is amazing how quickly one can travel as a leper.’

‘Very well,’ Fidelma said. ‘Let us return to Cashel. How did you earn the screpall?’

The dwarf shrugged. ‘I was simply asked to take a message to the palace — that would be the palace of your brother, lady. I was to find a woman called Sárait and convey the message that her sister needed to see her urgently. That was all.’

‘How was it that you were chosen to take this message?’

‘I was walking through the square of the township, it was dusk, and I had barely arrived in the place. There was little to see, so I went straight to the inn. I was approaching it when a hound bounded out at me.’ The dwarf sounded bitter. ‘It frequently happens. Often it is no accident. People can be cruel. They will release their hounds on purpose. Anyway, a woman called it off. She was standing in the shadows by the inn. Then she spoke to me. She offered me a screpall if I would take a message to the palace. I was to ask for a nursemaid called Sárait and tell her that Gobnat wanted to see her at once and urgently. I think it was her way of compensating me for the action of her hound. Well, it was too early for sleep, and I did not want to draw comment on myself by going into the inn at that time. Above all a screpall was a screpall’

‘Did the woman see you were dressed as a leper?’

‘I’d given up that part for the moment as I wanted to eat in comfort in the inn.’

‘You say this woman was in the shadows of the inn?’

‘By the inn. Just outside.’

‘Did she tell you why she was unable go herself to the palace with the message?’

‘I did not ask when money was offered.’

‘How did you deliver this message?’

‘She told me that the guards at the palace would ask too many questions. I should pretend that I was a mute. Well, I have acted mutes before. But I asked her how I could tell the guards who I wanted to see if I was to be a mute. It seems that she was already prepared. She pulled a piece of bark from her marsupium and handed it to me. It had writing on it.’

‘What did it say exactly?’

‘It said, “I am sent to see Sárait.” Something like that. I can’t swear to the exact words.’

‘And the guard passed you through the gate when you showed it to him?’

‘He did.’

‘How did you convey the idea that you were mute?’

The dwarf laughed. ‘How does any player convey concepts but with mime?’

‘How did you find Sárait?’

‘I had been instructed by the guard how to find her chamber. No one bothered me and I found it. She was alone so I was able to tell her the message.’

‘Which was?’

‘As I have said, that she should not delay but go at once to her sister for she needed to see her urgently.’

‘That was all?’

‘That was the message.’

‘How would you have delivered the message had you found that Sárait was not alone?’ Eadulf interrupted. ‘And you pretending that you were mute?’

Forindain grimaced wearily. ‘Then I had to use my own judgement. But she was alone and so I told her. I can also read and write, you know.’ His voice was slightly patronising. ‘We players are quite literate.’

‘Did you wait to accompany the woman, Sárait, back to the village?’ Fidelma asked.

Forindain shook his head immediately. ‘I had earned my screpall and went back to the inn. I was tempted to use it for a good room there but I didn’t.’

Fidelma sighed deeply. ‘So you went back to the inn after delivering the message?’

‘I had corma and a bowl of soup. I saw some pilgrims, and heard them talking about walking to Imleach. Then I left and went to one of the barns. It was less expensive than the inn. I found a warm place among the straw. I did not wake until I heard the noise of people in the yard. I saw some warriors speaking with the pilgrims. They left. I spoke to the leader of the pilgrims and he accepted me as a travelling companion. I had a short time to look round the township and then I joined them as they set off on the highway. At that stage, I decided to play the leper’s part again as it is fine for travelling on the road but no so good in getting accommodation and food.’

‘But you heard nothing? There was no outcry?’

‘Outcry?’ The dwarf rubbed his chin. ‘There was, as I say, some fuss and some warriors seem to be searching for someone. I did not enquire too closely what it was about. I was into my leper’s role at the time so did not really speak to anyone. What am I supposed to have done?’

There was a pause and then Fidelma nodded to Eadulf who answered: ‘When Sárait left the palace, she walked to meet her murderer.’

Forindain blinked rapidly.

‘I did not kill her. I did not know her. What I said is true,’ he said.

‘There is more,’ interrupted Fidelma. ‘She was nurse to my baby and, finding no one to look after it, she carried the child with her. Since then, my baby has vanished.’

The little dwarf moaned a little.

‘I … I was not involved in this. I simply carried a message, lady. I was not part of it…’

Fidelma did not bother to reassure him.

‘I am concerned with the woman who gave you the message to take to Sárait.’

‘I told you, she was Sárait’s sister. It is she that you should be questioning.’

Fidelma regarded him thoughtfully.

‘Sarait’s sister has denied that she sent any such message. Describe this woman, so that I may compare the description.’

‘I have said, it was nearly dusk and she kept herself in the shadow of the inn.’

‘She kept in the shadows the entire time?’

Forindain considered.

‘She did come nearly into the circle of light once. That was when she gave me the note. But she had a cloak with a hood covering her features. I had the impression that she was shapely, small of stature… for a woman of normal growth, that is,’ he corrected himself. ‘Her voice was not that of a young girl. I remember…’ Forindain was suddenly excited. ‘In the light of the lantern I had a momentary glimpse of the colours of her cloak, which I thought unusual for someone to wear in such a time and at such a place.’

‘Unusual?’ queried Eadulf. ‘How so?’

‘It was a long mantle of green silk with a hood that covered her features, as I have said. And the green silk was enriched with red embroidery. The cloak was fastened with a clasp that seemed to be silver and bejewelled. I noticed she had rings on her fingers when she handed me the money but I felt those by touch and did not see them.’

Eadulf glanced questioningly at Fidelma but she seemed lost in thought.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘that certainly is not a description of Sárait’s sister. She is rather dowdy in her dress.’

Fidelma looked up from her reverie, returning his gaze for a moment.

‘Did you expect that it would be?’ she asked.

‘It merely eliminates her from involvement, that is all,’ he protested.

‘I had nothing to do with any murder, lady,’ Forindain was saying again. He was nervous and kept clutching his hands together in front of him.

‘This woman was waiting in the shadows to get someone to take a message to the palace,’ Fidelma mused. ‘It seems that it was fortuitous that you happened to come along and be willing to take the message.’

‘Fortuitous? What do you mean?’

‘How would she know that you would be there?’

The dwarf grimaced sourly. ‘Maybe she was a fortune teller,’ he snapped. ‘How would I know that?’

Suddenly Fidelma gently smiled at him.

‘Will your band of players, the crossan, continue on your travels?’ she asked, apparently changing the subject. ‘Will you now go on to Cashel?’

Forindain sighed. ‘My brother was a good player but we must go on.

There is no other means for us to make a living. We have only the play and the fairs. We will follow our original plan.’

‘So we may expect you to return to Cashel?’ she pressed.

There is a fair at Cashel at the end of next week. We shall be there, lady, unless we are forbidden because of what has happened.’

‘You are not forbidden.’ Fidelma rose from her seat. ‘In fact, I would welcome you there. You may return to your comrades, Forindain, and please accept that I am sorry for your loss.’

Forindain rose uncertainly. ‘And my brother Iubdán? Will he have justice, lady?’

‘I would advise you to adopt another name, another character. Your brother was clearly mistaken for you. Keep the fact a secret. Though I believe you might be clear of danger now that you have spoken to me. I believe it was your information that the killer wanted to suppress. Still, take no chances. Be Iubdán from now until you come to see me at Cashel.’

The dwarf hesitated. Then he gave a little bow and left the tent.

Fiachrae was shaking his head.

‘I understand nothing of this, cousin.’

‘That is best, cousin,’ replied Fidelma solemnly. ‘Nothing of what has passed here must leave this tent. I will keep you informed as I find out more. Now, as it is approaching midday, perhaps we can trouble you for some refreshment…er, of the edible kind,’ she added as Fiachrae’s gaze went to the table on which the jug of corma sat. ‘After we have eaten, we will be on our way back to Cashel.’

Fiachrae looked puzzled.

‘But the killer of the dwarf…?’ he protested. ‘Won’t you want to stay in order to find him?’

‘The person behind the killing of Iubdán will not be in Cnoc Loinge but will be found in Cashel. Do not worry, cousin. I will inform you when I have caught him.’

After Fiachrae had left to organise a meal for them, Eadulf turned with a puzzled look to Fidelma.

‘What did you mean by that?’

Fidelma looked at him with a bland expression. ‘By what, exactly?’

‘That the killer of Iubdán will be found in Cashel.’

Her lips thinned a moment. ‘I said the person behind the killing would be found in Cashel.’

Eadulf exhaled sharply. ‘So far as I can see, we have come to a dead end. Someone went to great lengths to disguise themselves and send the innocent dwarf up to the palace to inveigle Sárait out into the night to meet her killer. But at least we now learn that it was not the intention to kidnap Alchú, otherwise the message he was sent to deliver would have requested her to bring the child. It was pure chance that she could not find anyone to look after our baby and had to take him with her.’

Fidelma looked thoughtfully at him.

‘It is a good point and one that could be overlooked,’ she observed.

‘But there is now no lead. No lead at all.’

‘On the contrary,’ Fidelma contradicted. ‘I believe the description of those clothes will lead me directly to the person who wears such distinctive garments.’