Part Four
Confusion once again reigned at the hill fort of
Dún Phádraig, but it much more subdued. Servants went about their business as normal, but amongst the courtiers there was an immense sense of disquiet. From some unknown source sprung forth a rumour that Lord Enri had also been kidnapped along with his son, and to everybody’s frustration there was no way of refuting this. He had not been back for some time, that’s all anybody knew.
All this weighed on Chancellor Affraic’s mind as she walked purposely down the echoing corridor and entered the solar, where she found Jimena sitting alone, all her attention given to the tapestry she was working on. Affraic coughed politely to get her attention.
“Wha…oh, it’s you. Has he returned?”
Affraic could see the lines of worry in the elder woman’s face, the anxious hope. “Alas not,” she said. “May I sit with you?”
Jimena did not respond, which Affraic took as a yes. As she sat she swept back her dark brown hair, and watched Jimena, who seemed to be lost in a sea of angst.
“My lady, I must tell you something.”
Jimena glanced up. “Oh yes?” she said, her tone betraying her lack of interest.
“When little Duinechad first disappeared, Enri vowed he would go out and rescue the child himself, and wouldn’t listen to reason. I thought we had been able to convince him that this was folly, but I guess not…”
Jimena’s face showed no surprise, and she just nodded sadly. “Yes my dear, that sound’s like my Enri.”
But
why? I understand his distress, of course, but he seemed not to be thinking straight. And he’s normally so thoughtful and calm.”
Jimena, despite her mood, let out a little laugh. “Oh my girl, you don’t know what it is like to be a parent.”
Affraic wondered if that was an intentional dig, for it was common knowledge that she and Corcc had been trying for a child for a while now, but there was no malice in the older lady’s face so she let it pass.
“But the thing about Enri…” Jimena continued, “You must understand, he sees little Duinechad as a second chance, a chance to right the wrongs of the past…”
Affraic’s brow arched. “I’m not sure I understand you.”
Jimena looked confused for a moment, then nodded. “Ah, it was before you came that Cilline departed from this world. You see, Enri always took it upon himself to act as his brother’s guardian, from the moment he sprang forth from my womb. They would go everywhere together, and Enri would always protect Cilline from harm. Such dear children…”
Affraic leant forward. “So…?”
“Well, I guess you’ve since heard what fate befell my poor darling Cilline, murdered in his bed by some lowlife. What kind of sick, twisted monster would do that to a child?”
Affraic was aware that Cu Uladh, Jimena’s late husband, had himself personally ordered the murder of one of Lord Muirdetach’s young sons, but respectfully kept silent.
“Enri blamed himself; he believed he had failed Cilline by failing to stop the assassin, and has carried the guilt ever since. For he knew, deep in his heart, that the assassin had made a mistake. That dagger, it was not meant for Cilline. It was meant for Enri.”
The younger woman sat back, trying to take it all in. It was well known that Lord Muirdetach of Munster had been behind the murder of Cilline, and that the marriage of Enri to Imag O’Brien was attempt to heal relations between the two feuding families. The level of resentment that still existed on both sides indicated that it would need more than a political marriage to heal the rift and ill-feeling. It would need a miracle.
***
Affraic found Marshal Sechnassach outside, practising his sword technique on a straw dummy.
Slice, parry, thrust. The poor dummy did not stand a chance.
Upon seeing the Chancellor he continued the pummeling, wiping his brow with his arm.
“Marshal, I have spoken to Jimena. She’s in quite a state. So mournful and pale, the poor woman.”
“Mmm hmm,” he said vaguely. Affraic glowered at him.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
He glanced up. “Oh sorry.” He put down the sword, his sly smile radiating Irish charm. “You have my full attention.”
“Good. I think we should send out a search party to look for Lord Enri. It seems he’s gone off looking for his son without a second thought for his realm. He said he was going to the woods, so we should look there first.”
“Ah, but don’t you think he may have said that to put you off his scent?” Sechnassach said, eyebrow cocked. She rolled her eyes.
“Maybe. But maybe not.”
He shrugged. “Well, alright. I’ll go get Donnchad, you stay here.”
Affraic had wanted to come with them, but she knew someone was needed back at the fort to keep things ticking over. She called out as he walked to the fort, “Fine, but…be careful.”
Sechnassach turned, and laughed. “Don’t worry sweetheart, there’s nothing in the woods that can harm us.”
With that he left, and Affraic followed him a couple of moments later.