The Spider's Web

Chapter Six

Fidelma could not restrain the shudder which passed through her as she gazed on the grotesque figure.

‘God look down on us! What is the meaning of this? I would not keep an animal in such conditions, much less a man, even one suspected of murder.’

She moved forward and bent down to touch the shoulder of the crouching form.

She was unprepared for what happened next.

The figure jumped at her touch with an anguished howl. It scurried away on all fours like an animal, moaning, until the length of the chain attached to its ankle caused it to jerk to a halt. It fell; fell full-length on the dirty straw of the floor, and lay there, at the same time raising both hands as if to protect its head from a blow. Pausing in that position only for a moment or so, it scrambled up and turned to face them. Fidelma and Eadulf were unprepared for what they saw; the eyes were pupilless, wide staring white orbs.

‘Retro Satana!’ It was Eadulf who breathed the words, raising a hand to genuflect.

‘Satan it is, brother,’ Dubán agreed in humourless tones.

The figure was that of a male. It was so covered in dirt and excrement, the hair so wild and matted, that they could not clearly discern its features. Fidelma had the impression that it was not elderly. Then she recalled that Crón had said that Móen was only twenty-one years old. The mouth was a wide slobbering aperture and a terrible moaning noise continued to issue forth. But it was the eyes that held the attention of both Fidelma and Eadulf. Thosepitiful white opaque orbs with scarcely any sign of a pupil at all.

‘Is this Móen who is accused of killing Eber and Teafa?’ whispered Fidelma aghast.

‘Indeed it is.’

‘Móen,’ muttered Eadulf grimly. ‘Of course! Doesn’t the very name mean one who is dumb?’

‘You have the right of it, brother,’ agreed Dubán. ‘Dumb has he been since he was found and given a home by the lady Teafa.’

‘And sightless?’ queried Fidelma, staring in horrified pity at the figure crouching before her.

‘And deaf,’ Dubán added grimly.

‘And it is claimed that such an unfortunate could kill two healthy beings?’ breathed Fidelma in disbelief.

Eadulf stared at the creature with distaste.

‘Why were we not told about the condition of this person before?’

The warrior looked surprised.

‘But everyone knows Móen. It never occurred to me that …’

Fidelma silenced his protests.

‘No. It is not your fault that I have not been informed before now. Let us be perfectly clear; am I to understand that it is this deaf, dumb and blind creature who is charged with the slaughter of Eber and …’

She paused for the figure had moved cautiously forward and was holding his head up like an animal, his nostrils flaring. He was sniffing. Fidelma stared down at him as he approached near to her on all fours.

‘I would stand back a little, sister, for he smells people even if he can’t see or hear them,’ warned Dubán.

It was too late, for a cold, dirty hand suddenly stretched out and touched Fidelma’s foot. She started back in alarm.

Móen stopped abruptly.

Dubán moved towards him, one hand holding the lamp while the other was raised as if to strike the unfortunate.

Fidelma saw the action and reached out a hand.

‘Do not strike him,’ she commanded. ‘You cannot strike one who cannot see the blow.’

Indeed, it was just as well for Móen was sitting his face upturned and now he had raised his hands, waving them in curious motions before him.

Fidelma shook her head sadly.

‘Ignore him, sister,’ muttered Dubán, ‘for he is cursed by God.’

‘Can you not have him cleaned at least?’ demanded Fidelma.

Dubán looked astonished.

‘For what purpose?’

‘He is a human being.’

The warrior grimaced sarcastically.

‘Not that you would notice it.’

‘According to the law, Dubán, you have already committed an offence by mocking someone who has a disability.’

The warrior opened his mouth to protest but Fidelma went on grimly, ‘I want him clean before I next see him. You may still confine him but he must be given food and water and be cleaned. I will not see one of God’s creatures suffer this way. Whatever they have been accused of.’

She turned on her heel and strode from the stable. Eadulf hesitated a moment; he felt an unease as he watched the bitter emotions chase themselves across the middle-aged warrior’s face as he stared after Fidelma.

Fidelma was standing outside breathing deeply as if in an effort to control her anger. There was now no sign of the other warrior, Crítán. They hesitated a moment before walking slowly in the direction of Eber’s apartments.

‘One cannot blame Dubán,’ Eadulf tried to act as conciliator. ‘And remember, this poor creature, as you call him, did kill Eber, his chieftain.’

He almost winced as Fidelma’s green eyes suddenly blazed at him with an angry fire.

‘Móen’s guilt has first to be proved. He is a human being and has the same rights before the law as everyone else. In the meantime there is no excuse to treat him as if he were less than an animal.’

‘True,’ conceded Eadulf. ‘He should not be treated in such a way but …’

‘He has a right of defence before being judged guilty or not.’

Eadulf raised a shoulder and let it fall in an expressive gesture.

‘Deaf, dumb and blind, Fidelma. How can one communicate with such a being in order to find out what defence they can present?’

‘If there is a defence, I shall find it. But he will not be condemned without a fair trial. On my oath as an advocate of the laws of the five kingdoms, I shall ensure it.’

There was an awkward silence and then Eadulf asked: ‘Is there really a law imposing penalties on anyone who mocks the disabled?’

‘I do not make up laws,’ Fidelma replied stiffly, still irritated. ‘Heavy fines can be imposed on anyone who mocks the disability of any person from an epileptic to a lame person.’

‘It is hard to believe, Fidelma, even though I had studied in this land of yours, I am still a prisoner of my own culture. In our society we recognise that man is a cruel creature and that God often ordains him to live short and brutish lives. It is in the holy order of things that, in the violence of nature, man has a violent path.’

Fidelma stared at him in surprise.

‘You have seen the alternative in our society, Eadulf. You surely do not believe that the Saxon way is the only way?’

‘Any way is only transitory. Life is subject to sudden change. On every side there is pestilence, famine, oppression, violence from personal or political enemies. We resign ourselves to the dispensation of the inscrutable will of the Father in the heavens where all our security lies.’

Fidelma shook her head.

‘Time to argue such a philosophy later, Eadulf. Our laws and the way we conduct our lives is surely an argument against the manifold misery of life you accept in your land? But before we debate the subject, there is this matter to be resolved. And it is a difficult one, Eadulf, and I need your support. Once I have gathered the evidence, and if the blame does lie at the door of this unfortunate then I will have to decide whether he has any legal capacity in law. Such a disabled person is not subject to distraint and one has to act against the legal guardian. So we must discover who is the legal guardian of this creature, Móen. Ah,’ she paused and rubbed her head, ‘I must try to recall the words of the text Do Brethaib Gaire …’

‘What is that?’ demanded Eadulf.

‘On the judgments of maintenance which is a tract on the kin’s obligation to care for its incapacitated members. The first part deals with the care of the deaf, blind and dumb.’

Eadulf was always bemused by the Irish laws of compensation to the victim and their family even for murder. In his land of the South Folk, the death penalty was enacted even for thieves and those who harboured and supported them. Murderers, traitors, witches, absconding slaves, outlaws and those who protected them could be hanged, beheaded, stoned, burnt or drowned, while lesser penalties consisted of mutilations; the cutting off of hands, feet, nose, ears, upper lip or tongue, even blinding, castration and scalping as well as branding and scouring. Eadulf knew that the Saxon bishops preferred to mete out the punishment of mutilation rather than death for it gave the sinner time to repent. But these Irish with their refusal to accept the satisfying concept of revenge but who talked of compensating the victim by putting the wrongdoer to useful work … well, it was humane but he often wondered whether it was an appropriate justice.

A call halted them as they passed around the grey granite of the hall of assembly.

It was Dubán hurrying after them. There was still a degree of hostility in his eyes but his features were more controlled.

‘I have given orders to Crítán to carry out your instructions, sister. Móen will be made presentable for your …’ He fought for the right word. ‘To your sensibilities.’

‘I had no doubt that you would do so, Dubán,’ Fidelma replied quietly.

The elderly warrior frowned, trying to detect what hidden meaning might lurk in her voice. However much he was affronted by Fidelma’s criticism, he had apparently been told to follow her instructions.

‘Crón has charged me to attend you during your stay in the rath of Araglin and carry out any other directions you might give.’

‘I see. Well, we are on our way to Eber’s apartments to examine where Menma found the body with the wretched Móen.’

‘Then I shall be your guide,’ offered Dubán, moving off to lead them to the building which Menma had already pointed out. It was a single storey affair like most of the wooden buildings within the rath.

The door led into an easily recognisable reception room where the chieftain could dine and entertain in private when not using the hall of assembly. This room was connected to the hall by means of a door hidden behind a tapestry which Dubán indicated. There was a cauldron in a hearth, a table and chairs. The dead chieftain’s weapons hung on the wall with trophies of the hunt. Rugs and tapestries gave a warmth to the room. A wooden panelled wall and door divided it from what was obviously the bed chamber. The sleeping arrangements were simple, a large straw palliasse on the floor with rugs. Fidelma saw the bloodstains on them but did not comment. A table stood nearby on which an oil lamp stood.

‘Is that the lamp which was lit when Menma entered?’

‘Yes,’ Dubán confirmed at once. ‘The room has not been disturbed since the … the tragedy. The lamp was still lit when Icame here with Menma. Móen was kneeling just there,’ he indicated with his hand, ‘just by the bedside.’

‘Had he made any attempt to leave?’

‘Oh no.’

‘So he made no attempt to run away before you came?’

‘Run away? Deaf, dumb and blind as he was?’ Dubán laughed dryly.

‘Yet deaf, dumb and blind as he was, you tell me that he was able to enter here and kill Eber,’ mused Fidelma, examining the room. Before he could respond she instructed him: ‘Tell us what happened from your viewpoint.’

‘As commander of the guard, I was on watch that night.’

‘This is an isolated rath. Surely there is no need to mount a watch for you have the natural protection of the mountains around this valley?’

Duban nodded morosely.

‘Yet a few weeks ago we had cattle-raiders in the valley, sister. Eber asked me to set a watch.’

‘Ah yes, of course. And you were on watch during the night when Eber was murdered?’

Dubán looked chagrined.

‘To be truthful, as daylight approached, I had fallen asleep on the seat within the entrance of the assembly hall. Menma had to rouse me. He told me that he had found Eber dead and Móen was the killer. I came here with him without delay and I saw the body of Eber sprawled in the bed, just as Menma described. There was blood all over the place and you can see where it has dried. Móen was crouched as I have indicated. He still had the knife in his hand, it was stained with blood, and his clothes were all bloody as well.’

‘What was he doing?’

‘Just rocking back and forth and moaning to himself.’

‘And you were able to observe this clearly because the lamp was lit? What then?’ encouraged Fidelma.

‘I told Menma to carry on with his duties and went to fetchCritan. But he was already coming to relieve me of the watch. We took Móen to the stables and shackled him and I went to inform Crón.’

‘Ah yes, Crón. Why did you not inform Eber’s wife first? Would that not have been the correct procedure?’

‘Crón is tanist, the heir-elect. With Eber dead, she was now chieftainess-elect of Araglin. It is correct that she should be informed first of all.’

Fidelma silently agreed with Durbán’s interpretation of the protocol.

‘And then?’

‘When we started putting the shackles on Móen, he began to struggle and cry out. I told Crón so and she instructed me to fetch Teafa. I went to her chambers.’

‘And found her dead?’

‘I did.’

‘I am told, Teafa was the only person in the rath of Araglin who could calm Móen, if “calm” is the right word.’

‘She was. She had looked after him since he was a baby.’

‘And she was Eber’s sister?’

‘She was.’

‘So Móen was not her own child?’ Fidelma was puzzled about the relationship.

Dubán was firm.

‘No one knows where the child came from. But it was not Teafa’s because she would have been seen to be pregnant in the weeks before his birth and she was not. This is a small community. He was a foundling.’

‘As it is a small community, it must be known who gave birth to the child?’

‘It is not. He was not the child of anyone in the valley. That much is certain.’

‘Can you tell me any more? How and why did Teafa come to adopt the child? Who found him?’

Dubán rubbed a finger along the side of his nose.

‘All I know is that Teafa went out hunting by herself and she returned some days later with the child. She simply went to the mountains and came back with the new-born babe.’

‘Did she explain to anyone how she found it?’

‘Of course. She said that she had found it abandoned in the woods. She announced that she would adopt it. I left Araglin only a short while after that event and I was away fighting the wars of the Cashel kings until three years ago. I am told that as the child grew older, the debilities became known. But Teafa refused to give it up. Teafa never married nor had child of her own. She was a warm-hearted person and maybe needed a surrogate child. It seemed that the child and Teafa grew to be able to communicate in some curious fashion. I am not sure how.’

‘How long were you away from Araglin then?’

‘Nearly seventeen years passed until I returned to serve Eber. That was, as I have said, three years ago.’

‘I see. Is there anyone else here in the rath who might know more about Móen?’

Duban shrugged.

‘I suppose Father Gormán might know something else which can be revealed now that Teafa is dead. But Father Gormán will not be back for a day or two.’

‘What of Eber’s widow?’

‘The lady Cranat?’ Dubán pulled a sour face. ‘I am not sure. She did not marry Eber until a year or so after Teafa brought Móen to dwell among us. On my return I observed that Cranat and Teafa did not share the intimacy one might expect between sister and sister-in-law.’

Eadulf leant forward eagerly.

‘Are you saying that Cranat did not like Teafa?’

Dubán looked pained.

‘I know you Saxons pride yourselves on plain speaking. I thought I had made my view clear.’

‘Clear enough,’ conceded Fidelma quickly. ‘You are telling us that Cranat and Teafa did not get along well?’

‘Not well,’ agreed Dubán.

‘Do you know how long this state of affairs had existed?’

‘I am told that they fell out when Crón was about thirteen years old. There was some sort of argument between them and they barely spoke to one another. Certainly about two or three weeks ago I was witness to a fierce argument between them.’

‘What was this about?’

‘It is not really for me to comment on.’ It was clear that Duban felt that he was resorting to gossip. Fidelma immediately seized on his awkwardness.

‘But having said as much, I feel that you should explain yourself.’

‘I really don’t know the substance except that Teafa was angry, shouting at Cranat, and Cranat was in tears.’

‘You must have heard something then. You must have gained some idea as to the cause of the quarrel?’

‘Not I. I recall that Móen was mentioned and also Eber. Teafa was shouting something about divorce.’

‘She was demanding that Cranat divorce her brother?’

‘Perhaps. I do not know. Cranat ran off to the chapel to seek solace from Father Gormán.’

Fidelma made no other comment but stood looking around the bed chamber, examining it minutely before returning to the dividing door and examining the reception room.

‘For someone who is deaf, dumb and blind, this Móen would appear to have the gift of moving easily through this rath.’

Eadulf came to join her with a frown.

‘What do you mean, Fidelma?’ he asked.

‘Regard these rooms, Eadulf. Firstly, Móen had to make his way here. Then he had to enter, negotiate his way to Eber’s bed chamber and enter, take his knife, find his target and kill Eber before the chieftain realised his presence. That not only takesstealth but a talent I would not expect to find in one who is so debilitated.’

Dubán overheard and appeared disapproving.

‘Are you denying the facts?’ he demanded.

Fidelma glanced at him.

‘I am merely trying to ascertain them.’

‘Well, the facts are simple. Móen was found in the act of slaughter.’

‘Not quite,’ Fidelma corrected. ‘He was found by Eber’s body. He was not actually seen killing him.’

Dubán put his head back and gave a gruff bark of laughter.

‘Truly, sister, is this the logic of a Brehon? If I find a sheep with its throat ripped out and sitting by the carcass is a wolf with blood on its muzzle, is it not logical that I should blame the wolf for the deed?’

‘It is reasonable,’ Fidelma conceded. ‘But it is not proof positive that the wolf did it.’

Duban shook his head in disbelief.

‘Are you trying to claim …?’

‘I am trying to discover the truth,’ snapped Fidelma. ‘That is my sole purpose.’

‘Well, if it is truth you want, then it is well known in the rath that Móen was able to move about without undue difficulty within certain areas.’

‘How was this accomplished?’ Eadulf was intrigued.

‘I presume that he had some sort of memory. He also seemed to smell his way.’

‘Smell?’ Eadulf’s tone was disbelieving.

‘You saw the way he used his sense of smell in the stable to identify that there were strangers there. He has developed his sense of smell like an animal. Provided he is placed in certain areas of the rath he can find his way within those areas. Everyone knows that.’

‘Ah, so it is of no surprise that he was able to negotiate his way here?’

‘None whatever.’

Eadulf looked at Fidelma and shrugged.

‘Well, it seems there is no mystery then.’

Fidelma did not reply. She was not convinced.

‘Where is the knife with which Móen stabbed Eber?’

‘I have it still.’

‘Has the knife been identified?’

‘Identified?’

Dubán sounded puzzled.

Fidelma was patient.

‘Has the ownership of the knife been discovered?’

Dubán shrugged.

‘I believe it is one of Eber’s own hunting knives.’ He pointed to one of the walls where a collection of swords and knives hung with a shield. One hanging sheath was clearly empty. ‘I saw that one of the knives was missing and I presume that it was the one which Móen took.’

Fidelma moved to examine the place which Dubán indicated. She turned and walked across the room to the main door. Then she stood with her back to it for a moment before making her way around the intervening pieces of furniture towards the knife rack. It was a complicated and indirect route because of the intervening obstacles. Finally, she reached out to the rack, then turned and made her way around a table and bench to the bed chamber door.

She paused and stood looking thoughtful for a moment.

‘I will want to see that weapon shortly.’

Dubán inclined his head.

‘Good. And now let us see where Teafa was discovered and in what manner.’