The elderly man had turned to the door as soon as he was aware of Fidelma’s presence. He made no effort to obey the abbess’s summary dismissal.
‘I give you fair warning, Abbess Fainder,’ he said, eyes on Fidelma and cutting across any reply that she was about to give to the abbess. ‘I shall not let this matter drop. You have slaughtered one young Brother already and now you intend to kill the Saxon. That is not our law.’
Fidelma addressed herself to him rather than the abbess.
‘So, you have come to protest against this sentence of death?’ she
asked, regarding the elderly man with interest.
The man called Coba was not friendly.
‘That I have. If you call yourself a religieuse, then you will do likewise.’
‘I have already made my protest known,’ Fidelma assured him. ‘Who are you?’
It was Abbess Fainder who reluctantly intervened.
‘This is Coba of Cam Eolaing of which place he is
bó-aire
and not an
ollamh
of law nor of religion,’ she added spitefully. A
bó-aire
was a local magistrate, a chieftain without land whose wealth was judged by the number of cows he owned, hence he was called a ‘cow-chief’. ‘Coba, this is Sister Fidelma from Cashel.’
The elderly man’s eyes narrowed in scrutiny as he turned to examine Fidelma.
‘What is a religieuse of Cashel doing in Fearna? Simply to protest at the actions of its abbess, or do you have another purpose?’ he demanded.
‘The abbess failed to mention that I am a
dálaigh
of the courts with the rank of
anruth,’
she replied. ‘Also, I am a friend of the Saxon who lays under the threat of death. I have come here to help defend him from any injustice.’
The elderly chieftain relaxed a little.
‘I see. And I suppose that you have not been able to persuade the abbess to desist from her evil intention?’
‘I have not been able to change the sentence which has been confirmed by the King and his Brehon,’ Fidelma admitted, wording her answer cautiously.
‘Then what do you propose to do? A man was murdered this morning and another is to be murdered tomorrow. Vengeance is not our way.’
Abbess Fainder made some inarticulate sounds but Fidelma ignored her.
‘It is not our way,’ she conceded. ‘I agree. But we can only follow the path of law to fight injustice. I have been given permission to see if there are matters which may form the basis of an appeal.’
The elderly man almost spat. ‘Appeal! Nonsense! The Saxon’s life is to be taken tomorrow. His release must be demanded. There is no time for legal niceties.’
Abbess Fainder’s eyes narrowed. ‘I must warn you, Coba, that demands will be met with resistance. If you try to interfere with the law …’
‘Law? Savagery! Those who support this judicial taking of life have an affinity with murderers and cannot call themselves civilised.’
‘I warn you, Coba, your views will be brought to the attention of the King.’
‘The King? A querulous youth who has let himself be misled in these matters.’
Fidelma laid a hand on the old man’s arm.
‘A querulous youth with power,’ she warned him gently. The chieftain seemed too outspoken for his own good.
Coba laughed dryly at her concern. ‘I am too old and have lived too full a life to be frightened of people with power, whoever they are. And throughout that life, young woman, I have supported our law, our culture and philosophies. No new savagery can replace my principles without my voice being raised in protest.’
‘I can understand your feelings, Coba,’ Fidelma agreed. ‘I share them. But you, as a local magistrate, must know that the only way to challenge and change things is by doing it through the medium of the law.’
Coba stared at her for a moment, his eyes deep set and dark.
‘Your great Christian teacher, Paul of Tarsus, once said that the law was the schoolmaster. What do you think he meant by that?’
‘And which law did he mean?’ snapped Abbess Fainder. ‘Not pagan law but the law the Faith brings.’
Coba ignored her and spoke directly to Fidelma: ‘The most characteristic feature of our law is the procedure by means of which rights and wrongs are respectively vindicated or redressed. The most obvious effect of a crime, any crime, is the infliction of an injury on some other person and the natural consequence that this should bring down on the wrongdoer. In any well-regulated society, the principle is that the wrongdoer must compensate the victim for the injury.’
‘That is the law of the Brehons,’ agreed Fidelma. ‘You sound as if you have studied that principle well.’
Coba nodded absently. ‘In the five kingdoms we have a system of honour prices which, according to the nature of the injury and the status of the person injured, compensation and fines are judged. The philosophy of the Brehons was to make the law a schoolmaster; to teach the wrongdoer that the loss which is then inflicted on him is the loss that he has inflicted on the injured person.’
Abbess Fainder interrupted him again.
‘I believe that the Roman way of punitive redress, that is “an eye for an eye”, is the deterrent and reflects the natural instinct of man. The natural retaliation for murder is to take reprisal from the wrongdoer by killing him also. Isn’t this what combative children do when they fall out? One hits another and the reaction is to strike back.’
The elderly chieftain waved his hand in dismissal of her argument.
‘That is a system based on fear. Violent reprisal for a crime leads to a fierce resentment which determines the wrongdoers to inflict even more violence as vengeance; that leads to more reprisals and the production of more fear and more violence.’
Abbess Fainder was flushed with indignation at this challenge to her authority.
‘We came out of the primitive barbarism. Some remain in it. If we want to prevent crime then we must use means that primitive barbarian minds understand. Spare the rod and spoil the child. The same applies with adults. Once they understand that the penalty of wrongdoing is death then they will not transgress.’
Fidelma thought it time to intervene in the heated argument.
‘Such a debate, interesting as it is, is leading us nowhere. I have come to ask you some questions, Abbess Fainder. With your permission I would request that Coba withdraw so that we may discuss the matter in private.’
Coba was not offended.
‘My business with the abbess is done. I need to speak with your
rechtaire
, Abbess Fainder.’ He turned and smiled shortly at Fidelma. ‘I wish you luck, Sister Fidelma. If you need someone to support your plea against the enactment of these barbarous Penitentials, then I am your man. Assuredly so.’
Fidelma inclined her head in acknowledgment.
After Coba had left, Fidelma came straight to the point.
‘You did not tell me that it was you who found the body of the murdered girl.’
Abbess Fainder did not alter her expression.
‘You did not ask,’ she replied evenly. ‘Besides, it is not exactly true.’
‘Then tell me what is the truth.’
Abbess Fainder sat back reflectively, her hands palm down in what Fidelma realised was a characteristic position.
‘As I recall the matter, that night I was returning to the abbey …’
‘A curious time for the abbess to be returning to her abbey. It was after midnight, or so I am told.’
The other woman shrugged. ‘I know of no rule which forbids an abbess to leave her abbey.’
‘Where had you been?’
For a moment Abbess Fainder’s eyes narrowed in aggravation. Then she relaxed and smiled again.
‘That is none of your business,’ she said without malice. ‘Suffice to say that it has nothing to do with this affair.’
Fidelma realised that she could hardly press the point without further knowledge.
‘I am told you were on horseback.’
‘I was returning along the riverbank to the gates which overlook the abbey’s quay on the river. Our stables are just there.’
‘I have seen the place,’ Fidelma assured her.
‘I was riding along the path …’
‘Was there moonlight?’
The abbess frowned for a moment. ‘I don’t think so. No, it was a cloudy night and dark. I was about to turn into the gate when something attracted my attention.’
‘Which was?’ pressed Fidelma after she had paused.
‘I think on reflection it was a sound near a pile of bales and boxes that had been landed from one of the trading boats which had arrived that day.’
‘A sound?’
‘I do not know exactly. But something attracted my attention and I eased my horse near to the bales. That was when I saw the huddled shape of the body.’
‘Yet it was cloudy and dark. You had no torch. How could you see that it was a body in such conditions?’
Abbess Fainder pondered the question.
‘I don’t recall. There must have been some light from somewhere. I just know that I saw the huddled form and knew it was a body. Perhaps the moon came out momentarily from the clouds. I don’t know.’
‘What then?’
‘I sat for a moment and then Mel, the captain of the watch, came out of the darkness. I did not recognise him at first and so I called out to ask who he was. When I saw it was Mel, the captain of the watch, I asked him to examine the body. He did so and told me that it was a
young girl: she was dead. I instructed him to bring the body into the abbey and I went to rouse Brother Miach, our physician.’
‘I see. And the body was brought in by Mel?’
‘It was.’
‘By Mel alone?’
‘No, by Mel and one of his comrades.’
‘Do you recall his name?’
‘It was a man called Daig,’ she said shortly.
‘When the body was laid out, I presume that you recognised it as one of your young novitiates?’
‘Not at all. I had never seen her before. It was the girl who had also been brought in, Fial, she who witnessed the attack by your Saxon friend, who identified her,’ the abbess said viciously.
‘You had never seen either of those girls before that night. Isn’t that strange?’
‘There is no mystery there for I do not greet all the novitiates, as I have said before.’
‘So you heard from Fial that she had apparently witnessed the rape and murder of her companion?’
‘By this time, Sister Étromma had been found and she led us to where the Saxon was pretending to be asleep. He was dragged from his bed. There was blood on his robe and we found a torn piece of the dead girl’s robe in his possession.’
Fidelma stroked the side of her nose with a slim forefinger, brows drawn together.
‘Didn’t you think that was odd?’
‘How so?’ demanded the abbess belligerently.
‘That after such a crime, the attacker would tear a piece of his victim’s clothing off and take it with him to bed as incriminating evidence? And the fact that he had not attempted to clean the blood off his own robe – isn’t that odd?’
Abbess Fainder shrugged. ‘It is not my place to delve into the motivations of a sick mind. People behave strangely, you must know that. One explanation is that your Saxon friend had no time, having realised a hue and cry had been raised. He simply hoped he would not be noticed.’
‘I concede that you have a point but I would not accept that it is not our place to delve into the motivations of sick minds. Isn’t that what we are here for, Mother Abbess, to give comfort and succour to the sick and distressed by our understanding?’
‘We are not here to make up excuses for the evil-minded, Sister. “Whatever a man soweth that shall he also reap” – you should remember Paul’s Epistle to the Galatians?’
‘There is a fine line in discovering reasons and making up excuses.’ Fidelma swung abruptly towards the door then she paused and glanced back. ‘I also came to give you notice, Abbess Fainder, that I am going to proceed with an appeal based on the evidence that I have heard so far.’
For a moment Abbess Fainder looked startled.
‘Are you saying that you have grounds on which to appeal on behalf of the Saxon?’ she demanded.
At that moment the door swung open and Coba re-entered without knocking.
Abbess Fainder rose from her chair in quiet anger. ‘Have you taken leave of your manners, to come bursting into my chamber without knocking,’ she said icily. ‘I am …’
‘I came to warn you,’ he interrupted, though there was dry humour in his tone.
‘Warn me?’ Abbess Fainder was astonished.
‘The King is approaching the abbey,’ the
bó-aire
told her. ‘The Brehon, Bishop Forbassach, is with him.’
‘Then I am saved a journey to the King’s fortress,’ smiled Fidelma. ‘I shall now make my appeal on behalf of Brother Eadulf.’