Peter Tremayne - Dancing With Demons

‘The kitchen door is usually locked at night and we did not want to disturb the house if there was no need, so we went round the side of the house to the outbuildings.’

‘Why did you think there was no need to rouse the household, if you heard a noise?’

Lugna coloured a little. ‘Cuan was not exactly sure what he heard and I had not heard anything,’ he admitted.

‘So you went along the side of the building,’ Fidelma said. ‘Wasn’t that ill-advised? You left the main door of the house unguarded to go round the back?’

Lugna did not meet her eye. ‘We thought we should investigate.’

‘Leaving the house unguarded?’ she repeated with emphasis.

‘I cannot deny that.’

‘I gather the commander of the Fianna slept on the same floor not far away. You did not think of alerting him before you left?’

Lugna actually smiled with a bitter humour. ‘Wake Irél for no good reason? I would not think of doing so in the circumstances.’

‘And did you find an explanation for the noise?’ she asked.

The soldier was obviously embarrassed. ‘We did not.’

‘And you returned — when?’

‘We were in the kitchen when we heard a scream. The adjoining door between the kitchen area and the main house was, as I have said, locked. We had to run back along the side of the building again, in order to enter at the front doors and then come up the stairs.’

‘So now we begin to build a picture of the events.’ Fidelma paused a moment and then continued: ‘Describe the circumstances of what happened at the moment you heard this scream.’

Lugna considered for a moment as if to gather his thoughts.

‘The scream raised all those who were in the house. By the time we arrived at the High King’s chamber, several people were stirring and calling out in alarm.’

‘Was the bedchamber door locked?’

‘It was not. We found the key on the table by the bed. But another key was also found in the assassin’s purse later.’

‘So, you entered Sechnussach’s chamber?’

‘I entered first. The assassin was slumped by the bed and he was already dying. He had clearly taken his own life with the same dagger with which he had cut the throat of our King. Cuan entered moments later, having paused to pick up a lantern. I saw by its light that the High King was beyond mortal help.’

‘There was no one else in the chamber?’

‘Not at that time. It was moments after Cuan and I entered that the servants began to crowd in. I told them to stay back and then our commander, Irél, entered and later Abbot Colmán.’

‘Did you recognise the assassin?’

‘Not at first. I think it was Irél who identified him and when I looked closer, I realised that he was right. It was Dubh Duin of the Cinél Cairpre.’

‘You said that he was dying. Did he say anything before he died?’

‘Matter of fact, he gasped something, but it was of little consequence.’

‘I think I should be the judge of that,’ Fidelma said.

‘He simply admitted that he was to blame.’

Eadulf looked up from his note-taking. ‘How did he phrase that exactly?’ he asked.

The warrior shrugged. ‘The word cron — blame. It was just a dying whisper. It was all I heard. Nothing else.’

Fidelma noticed that a thoughtful frown had settled on Eadulf’s brow. She turned back to Lugna.

‘There is one thing that troubles me,’ she told him. ‘This scream thateveryone heard: you and your companion are standing in the kitchen, you hear the scream and run to the High King’s chamber.’

‘That is so.’

‘The assassin had cut the High King’s throat?’

‘He had.’

‘Surely the High King could not have screamed with his throat cut?’

‘The same idea occurred to Irél and he ordered us to search the privy and the adjoining room, but there was no one else in the apartments. It must have been Sechnussach’s dying breath.’

‘As I see it, if Sechnussach had had the power to scream, he would also have had the power to struggle with his assailant. However, the physician is sure that no struggle took place and that the assassin struck while the High King lay asleep. There would have been no time for him to scream . So who was it who did so?’

Lugna thought for a moment or two but was clearly puzzled and said so.

‘I do not know, lady. When I think of it, the scream was of a high pitch, and so you may be right that it is unlikely to have been the High King who uttered such a sound. Sechnussach was fond of singing, so I know the resonance of his voice — a deep baritone.’

When Lugna’s comrade, Cuan, was called in to answer her questions, he said he could add no more to the story than Lugna had told them. He was a taciturn young man with dark hair, bony features and close-set eyes, and had a slight scar over his right eye.

‘I gather that you were the one who heard the noise from the kitchen which caused you and Lugna to leave the door unguarded during the vital time when the assassin must have passed inside the High King’s house?’

Cuan stirred uncomfortably. ‘I heard something,’ he replied. ‘I told Lugna and he said we should investigate.’

‘And he was your superior that night?’ mused Fidelma.

‘He is a commander of a troop of fifty. I am a mere warrior.’

Fidelma regarded his stubborn features for a while. Then she sighed. She knew that she was not being told the truth, but it was obvious that she could not push against an immovable force without some means of leverage. It was best to leave it for the moment. Of the two, perhaps Lugna would be the better person to apply pressure to, and find out why they had deserted their post at that crucial time.

After Abbot Colmán had escorted Cuan to the door of the library, sheleaned towards Eadulf and said quietly: ‘Already I feel there is far more here than simply an assassin who strikes and then kills himself. As we remarked before, this man seems to have had extraordinary luck. He is let into the royal enclosure by a guard, contrary to orders that only people with permission of the High King can be admitted after nightfall. Then he enters the High King’s residence because the two men who are supposed to be guarding it have chosen that very moment to go out to the kitchen to investigate a noise. He can also enter the High King’s chamber because he has a duplicate key which has been recently cut from the heir apparent’s own key. Indeed, that is not luck, Eadulf. I think there is collusion somewhere.’

‘Do you think the noise was deliberately made to lure the guards to the kitchen?’ Eadulf asked.

‘No. I think they are lying,’ Fidelma replied bluntly. ‘They claim to have heard this noise while at the front of the royal house. That is possible — yet it aroused no one else. No one in the rooms at the back heard anything. If it was some confederate of the assassin seeking to lure the guards away so that he could enter unopposed, it was not a good plan. The sound might have woken lots of other people.’

Eadulf reflected silently. ‘When do you plan to challenge Lugna and Cuan then?’

‘I need something to break through their story and get at the truth. I think they have agreed on this lie and I shall need more information in order to challenge them. Meanwhile, we will continue our investigations with the other witnesses.’

Abbot Colmán had returned. ‘Whom shall I call in now?’ he asked.

‘I think we should see the other guard, the one that was at the main gate. Erc, I think his name is?’

The abbot nodded. ‘He is being held in the cells. Shall I send for him to be brought here?’

Fidelma rose abruptly. ‘We will go and see him where he is held. Perhaps his surroundings will help him concentrate on my questions.’