Carthy Family Secret Book 2 of 4: In Ireland

By K. M. M.

Secret Note to the Reader

This book is the TRUE Carthy Family Secret; it is Book 2 of 4 and it is the second collection of stories in my pursuit to reconnect my family’s delegated posts of the world known within as the Whole of the Green Isles.

In reading this, you will know the true Carthy family secret.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Oct 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781532057465

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CONTENTS

The Book Smith James’ line Cluster D

Note Of Understanding All The Names Of The Carthy

A Daughter’s Promise William’s line Cluster B

Persons Of Interest – Updates.

Love Be Seized In Time Donal’s line Cluster A

Wed Of Penrudduck Patrick’s line Cluster M

NOTE TO MY READERS

T his book Carthy Family Secret, Book 2 of 4 is the second collection of stories in my pursuit to reconnect my family’s delegated posts of the world known within as the Whole of the Green Isles.

Each story was intended to be a separate book but due to my need to complete them and get them to you, I have combined them into four books. In addition, I have added a Part 2 to Book 1 and Book 4 that hold Information and Stories that will educate you on the World Within.

This book is the second of the four.

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THE BOOK SMITH

The True-Life History of Oiloll Olum

By K.M.M.

Editor: Ken

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For

James and Pamela

Solid, firm, their passion stands

With fists of strength, they hold command

And yet their hearts of fire, pure,

sensitive, and genuine, for sure

CLUSTER

James Line Cluster D

The Emerald Forest

FOREWORD

The Link from Kingston to Bantry

M y journey to Dublin was somewhat stressful being that I was on my own. Once I arrived at the Hotel Camden Court in Dublin Ireland, however, Marypat and Blaze were able to join me. They had remained within the crystal in order to save us the cost of paying for plane fare for all three of us. In addition, neither Marypat nor Blaze held passports and it would have been several weeks if we had waited for them to get their official documents to travel. Our goal had been to get the Whole of the Crystals back together, as quickly and securely as possible. In order to do so we needed to reach St. Finbarr’s Church in Bantry without delay.

The three of us were in agreement and yet there was one person who did not want us to go to Ireland with the crystals and that was Cornelius’s daughter Lora. She stayed in Jamaica and was fearful she would never see her father again. The crystals her sisters had held had been taken from them and she was now worried the same would happen to hers and if it was, she would never be able to travel inside and see her father every day as she had been able to for the past few years. For her the only reason she traveled inside was to see her father, she did not want to live within, she did not like the world within; she preferred her life in Jamaica and so she remained behind upset with our course. Still she did agree that, all in all, the best plan for the crystals was for them to be rejoined. So, she decided to allow us to take it with her blessing.

After renting a car, the following morning the three of us drove to Bantry and went directly to St Finbarr. The four-story stone Church sat perched on the top of Chapel Street. Precisely, south off the road spread a wide expand of steps that led up to a set of medieval styled iron gates held upright by four stone pillars and a barrier wall that spread east and west at mere waist height. Beyond the gates the wide steps continued up to a small wooden doorway with a fine glass inlaid door and a black and white checkered tile floor.

Inside, the checkered tile floor continued up the aisle until it came to a rich blood red carpet that covered the floor of the stage. The carpet enriched the sight of the pure white marble altar that was accented with red marble pillars, delicate carvings, golden candleholders and vases. Above the altar on the wall hung an amazing painting of Jesus Christ in his moment of persecution.

The sight of the church was breathtaking, yet our greatest fear entering the church was attracting the attention of the wrong persons so, our only idea was to enter the church as tourists captivated by the internal beauty. We would appear that we were focusing our attention on the details of the artwork and woodwork, taking our time slowly around the church; while instead we would be watching those within.

My dreams had taught me several Carthy codes and facts. I had taught them to Blaze and Marypat in hopes that they would help us at this point. This was a crucial moment in our quest.

After we entered, I began taking photos of the wonderful glass windows with Marypat beside me. Blaze meanwhile walked to the altar and gazed around with an awed look on his face then he walked to the right side of the church and took a seat at the back. He gave the appearance that he had seen enough and was now bored and waiting for us. Meanwhile we continued to slowly make our way around the church taking photos and quietly chatting about each piece we came across.

An hour or so passed before we made it back to where Blaze was waiting, and we sat down with him. A moment later, a young man dressed in priests clothing approached us and inquired if he could be of any help to us.

May our god be with you, said Blaze with a slight bow of his head. The phrase he used was a coded term used by the Carthy family when there was a major issue with a family that was in need of help from Bantry.

Blaze’s response changed the young priest’s appearance, and before we knew it, we were standing in an office with two elderly women who were insisting that we taste their freshly baked scones and have some tea.

Being a celiac, I had to pass on tasting their offering, but Blaze did well to satisfy the ladies by eating almost all of the scones on his own. By the time he exclaimed that he was full the door of the office creaked open revealing a small man dressed in commoners’ clothing. His eyes quickly shifted across the room with a nervous look.

Blaze turned to the man and he moved his left arm onto his right shoulder, before reaching his hand toward the man and talking.

Good day, I am sincerely yours, the man said as he performed the same action as Blaze.

And we are yours truly. Blaze replied with a slight bend to his head.

After Blaze’s response, the room fell silent. The man nodded his head towards the women and then pulled the door closed. One of the elderly women stepped up to my side and placed her hand on my arm. Instantly the old woman and I were taken from the silence of the office into a cloudy space of white mist where we both stood alone from the others. Her voice filled my ears and yet her lips did not move.

What brings you to M.O.M.? she asked.

We have come to reconnect a lost crystal to its cluster and our only lead has brought us here. Can you help us?

So, you possess one?

Yes.

Which of the isles?

The Great Isle.

How did you come in contact with an isle that is not of your line? the elderly woman asked with a confused look on her face.

Marypat, she is the other female with me, it was her grandfather Cornelius’ post. He was to watch over a cluster of four but not knowing their power he accidentally fell inside one of them leaving his four daughters to take hold of them. They also had not been told of their duties, so each daughter took one to protect. The sisters who remained here in Ireland had theirs retrieved from someone here at this Church. The one Marypat holds, had been lost in Jamaica; it was her grandmother Lora who had carried it to Jamaica, where it was stolen by a Sherideen, who had escaped the isle and came out in our world. He broke it in two and dropped it in a river beside their house. Several years later, Marypat and her son Blaze, the man with us, found the pieces and put them back together.

Still how does it bring you to its aid? the old woman asked intensely.

I… . .really do not know. All my life I thought my vision of the crystals was merely a dream. Whenever I asked my family about it they would tell me I was ridiculous or crazy and that they did not want to hear me speak of my stupidity ever again. But as I have aged, and the visions have continued a thought has beckoned me to find someone who believes me and shares my desire to aid the Crystal’s. Hence, I found Marypat on her quest to bring her family’s line of crystals back together. So, you see I am here to help the whole. I am a secondary Kathrie, an A.D.C. (Additional Daughters of Cormac) and I belong here with you. Don’t I?

Granted, I believe you and see no impurity within you. However, I will need to see proof that you have what you claim to possess.

Agreed, I said, thinking, that I, too, needed proof that she was of the family even though they had passed all the simple codes that we had communicated. Still at this moment, I had to trust that all was right. So, I took up my bag and unzipped it, revealing the edge of the Great Isle.

With the sight of the isle, the elderly woman exclaimed as she reached forward to hug me. Welcome, Kathrie Caitlin Mary, you are truly among family. We have been waiting especially for you. Let us now welcome the others and we shall speak again, my sistren, later.

As she gripped me, the entire mist vanished and we were back in the office with the others.

They are truly of us, the elderly woman announced. Kathrie Caitlin Mary this is James of the Daniel line. Their Post …

The Emerald Forest, I interrupted.

Yes, that’s right, well done. Their line is known as the Book Smiths, Codex keepers of the history. He can assist you in finding your cluster, the elderly woman explained.

The little man’s face then smiled and his eyes relaxed.

You can? Then you know where they are? Marypat asked excitedly.

I shall see, but first I must know for certain which one you possess, he said.

It is the Great Isle, Blaze answered.

I removed the crystal from the bag and handed it to the Book Smith James. He took it in his hands and nodded.

Yes, ‘tis truly as you claim.

So, you know where the other three are? We need to get them back together; it is why we are here, Marypat said.

Indeed, I do, I recall forty years ago being summoned to check out the situation with this clusters line of inheritors. When I arrived in Westport, the granddaughters of John McCarthy presented me with three crystals. It was decided at the time that our best placement for them was to add them to our secure gathering stone that had been established for over 100 years. After collecting the three from your family I took them there so, I am afraid they are not here in Bantry.

What is this gathering stone? Marypat asked.

The Gathering Stone, also known as The Grand Crystal Domed Territory of the Land of the Green Isles is a place established by the true successor of the main Kathrie, Lady Mary. She was the granddaughter of the Last King of Munster and 1st Earl of Clancarty, Donough MacCarthy. Her post, the Isles of Light, was the first to take hold there after which we have added any other clusters that no longer have inheritors, including the three from your line.

Where is this Gathering Stone? Can you take us to it so we can add this one? Marypat begged.

Yes, it is a bit of a drive though. I can arrange to take you there tomorrow morning after breakfast; we should reach there before noon.

That would be great, Marypat answered.

Well then, do you have accommodations for the night? One of the elderly women asked.

No, we did not know where we would be, but I am sure we can find some place to stay in town. I answered.

No, no that will not be necessary, come with me and I will find you a lovely room for the night. This old Church has been like a dormitory for the A.D.C.s for centuries. But now that there are far fewer and less calls for them there are plenty of empty rooms available, of the elderly woman explained with a grin.

We followed James and the women to a narrow set of stairs that were hidden within one of the confessional booths. The stairs led down into a small stone walled space that was dark and moldy smelling. To the right was an archway that led to a corridor. At the end of the corridor, the stonewalls opened to a large living room with quite a few cozy sitting areas, a fireplace and several arched doorways. In the sitting area some young women were sitting beside the fire chatting. When we entered, all the young women looked up at us and watched as James escorted us to their side and introduced us to Kathrie Barbra, Kathrie Marylou, Kathrie Julie and Kathrie Pam all A.D.C.’s

Once the introductions were done, we were invited to sit with the women and so we did. The conversation with the group was pleasant and went on for several minutes before James stood to bid his goodnight.

These fine ladies’ will see you to your rooms and will see to your needs. I shall be back in the morning to collect you, but before I leave is there anything else I can do for you? James asked.

Well, if you don’t mind I have a question for you. You say you are the Book Smith, what does that mean? Marypat asked.

James smiled a broad proud grin and sat back down beside Marypat. He looked pleased to be asked such a question as if he had been waiting a long time for an opportunity to talk about his life and job.

Well that is a very good question. How should I start? Hmmm, well centuries ago our ancestor Cormac Fionn, King of Desmond had a brother Domhnall. Domhnall at the time made notes on all happenings and of the family’s past history, with which his brother the king was quite impressed and knighted him the Family Book Smith. The facts Domhnall expressed in his writings showed that somehow, he had inherited the true family history within his being and ever since then his line, my line has continued the holding of our family’s knowledge as well as a Cluster of Crystals. The basic data of our family history has been teleported as best we can to each of the family’s Kathries in a method quite like that of a dream.

Then the dream I have had is from you and it is true? I asked.

You have experienced a dream? James asked me.

Yes, one that tells a fast story at Blarney Castle. It starts with Oiloll Olum just before his death when he is asking his son to vow to protect the isle.

That sounds like our families Introduction of Purpose dream, sent to the first daughter’s, our Kathries.

Really? It is awesome to finally know that is not something crazy in my head and that it did come from here. That answers a lot for me but I would love to know even more about the family history.

Well I did not know you, an A.D.C. had undergone our family’s Introduction of Purpose. That is quite rare A.D.C.’s doesn’t normally receive it unless something happens to the older sister or they come here… … Well … . what else would you like to know? James inquired.

One of my biggest questions is how did Oiloll go from a complete stranger in this world to becoming the king?

That is a miraculous story. A story of such vigor that some of our family members are discouraged to pass it forward. As it seems in Oiloll’s beginning here in our world, he possessed great rage, anger, and supremacy. He used these traits to his advantage in a way that not all are proud of. Therefore, it has not been a main focus of our dream for our Kathries.

Then it’s something the family does not want to tell or wish us to know?

Like I said some prefer it not to be told, but it can be told to those of the family who truly wish to know. Are you open to such knowledge?

Yes.

Then the story is now open to you all. James said as he laid out his arms before him and the next thing I knew my mind was consumed with a vision of a young male child running nervously through a dark, moldy cave, the same child from my dream.

CHAPTER

1

On the Run

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F ranticly the young child scurried through narrowness of the cave. His feet were covered in mud, his hair wild and frizzy and his mind devastated with the crushing thoughts that he had just witnessed his mother’s murder at the hands of an Ubil Sherideen. The thought of such a happening overwhelmed him with anger so much, that the urge to kill filled him and dominated his being.

He ran from the mouth of the cave into a bright open light. The entrance of the cave was drenched in rich green foliage that swayed in the breeze with a gentle lean. The vision of the bright green domain with an intense blue sky at the edge of the piercing dark realm, he had just run out of, was overwhelming. He fell to his knees as his eyes drunk in the light with a grimacing stare and the rest of his body became torched by the wicked heat of the surroundings. He had never undergone such natural heat before, the light within the crystal had always been of a tolerant temperature, and this was far more intense than he had ever experienced.

After several moments in the striking heat, he stood up and backed himself up into the mouth of the cave while in his mind, he struggled to make sense of where he was and what he should do. In his hands, he held the object he had found at his feet when he had first left the crystal’s eye and found himself within the deep dark cave. The object now was glowing in the bright light of this new world. Its glow was rich and had a dark green hue. Its stunning beauty consumed the boys desire to own it and keep it. So, he stuffed the crystal into his bundle pouch and crested it as he considered his options.

Then instantly realizing a dragon was watching him, the young boy began to run towards the mouth of the cave again. However, before he could reach it, the dragon’s mouth opened and readied his ability to shoot forward his fire. Seeing such the boy grabbed out of his pocket a bag of magic dust his mother had given him and he threw it on to the dragon with his left hand. The luck of his hand entered the magic dust and, in doing so, the dust froze the dragon and set him down into the form of stone, giving the boy his freedom to reach the cave’s mouth and run deeper into the foliage passing huge boulders and trees. After several steps, he came to the bank of a slow flowing river. The river was deep and several body lengths wide. So, the boy decided he shouldn’t try to cross it, being he didn’t yet know this new world and what might be in the river that could harm him. Not only that but what if swimming in this world was nothing like the manner in which he had learned to swim, within? Therefore, instead of crossing the river he chose to follow it in the direction in which it flowed.

After a short time, the flowing water narrowed to a small enough section that he could jump over and so he did. On the other side of the river, the land was covered with a short grassy growth similar to a grazing meadow. The meadow stretched on for quite a long distance, flowing over several small mounds and then tapering off into a cluster of thick bushes and weeds. On the other side of the cluster of plants was a track of parallel lines that ran beside the bushes and then far beyond the boy’s sight. The sight of the parallel track opened a thought in the boy’s mind that this world must be populated by members capable of intelligence after all it was obvious to him that the track was a path or a road, used by some kind of vehicle or vessel of transport. Hence, with his growing fears that there were also Ubil in this world and as he was now alone without the help of his mother, he grew terrified.

Unsure of what he should do and frightened of being discovered he avoided the path and ran back the way he had come, all the way back to where he thought the cave was.

The green foliage covering area he stood in, seemed to be similar to where he excited the cave and yet he couldn’t find the mouth of the same cave. After searching, the grounds for several sweeps the light of the new world began to dim and he grew tired. He was forced to find a location to settle down in.

Beside a huge tree, he found a small cave, the opening of it was narrow and short. It was most definitely not the same cave he had run from earlier, yet it was large enough for him to walk into and sit-down in. As he sat within the small cave, the rest of the light of the new world vanished and he was saturated in a darkness he had never experienced before. His world within had never been this dark, for he, like most members within except his mother, had had an inner glow that lit his surroundings, clearing fear from his mind and allowing him to be at ease. But now he was without his glow, without his mother and without his world. He was lost, he was alone, and he was completely terrified. Adding to his fear, overhead in the thick, dark sky he witnessed a large glowing orb that drifted very slowly past him. To him it was like a watchful eye gazing from another world far beyond the one he was in. In addition, spread throughout the sky above him, there was an uncountable number of tiny white probing eyes all staring down on him like fierce piecing tormenters making rest impossible.

The following morrow the boy awoke to a shocking bright heat that had warmed his skin to almost a burn. At first, he thought that one of the watching eyes from above had found him and sent an Ubil member to attack him with a fire spell. So, he jumped to his feet and franticly dodged to the rear of the small cave. Once there his eyes searched the opening of the cave and found nothing.

Slowly he exited the cave and glanced around at his surroundings. The intense light from above drenched him in the same heat from the turn(day) before, but this time he noticed a flaming circle hovering in the soft blue sky. The sight of the glowing fireball struck him once again with a fear that it was of Ubil power, and without thinking he fell to the ground and began to cry.

Please do not harm me! he moaned.

I had no intention of harming you, young sir, said a calm voice.

Shocked by the sound of an unfamiliar voice the boy scampered backwards until his back struck a boulder and he had nowhere left to go. He was frightened, confused, exhausted, hungry, and worst of all he was still suffering from the devastating loss of his mother. His inner being was destroyed and he was struggling to remain conscious.

You’re not from here, are you? the voice asked.

No!

Are you lost?

Yes!

Well you can come with me, I shall show you to town.

Ye, will help me? the boy asked in amazement as he cautiously stood up and checked out the figure before him.

The figure was tall and thin and had the shape of a Vaster. His clothing was of the tunic style worn of Torideens yet his were tattered and shabby, a condition a Torideen would never allow his clothing to be in. His face was covered with a full beard and mustache and his head of hair was long and grey. In his hand he carried a wooden staff that looked as if he had just picked it up off the ground, there was nothing special about it, again it was not something a Torideen would carry. In the boy’s mind he wondered what kind of Vaster it was that stood before him. Could it be a Sherideen attempting to be disguised as a Torideen? Could he trust such a ramshackle being?

As the boy stood there pondering what to do, two short tan Turfed Hound like creatures ran up to the figure and calmly stood beside him. The sight of the hounds startled the boy and again he questioned whether he could trust the figure.

Indeed, I shall help you young master. I am Conmic MOR, this is Sam, and this is Sal. Conmic said as he pointed to each of the hounds. And you are?

My mother called me Aonghus. Aonghus stated with a sob.

Where are your mother and your father?

Aonghus didn’t answer; the memory of his mother’s murder consumed him and he could not control his tears.

Did something happen to them? Conmic’s voice grew in volume with an edge of great concern.

Yes… .died… . my mother… . murdered before my eyes. Aonghus stuttered as he tried to explain.

Good lord, young sir. No wonder you are lost. Do not worry; at least you got away, and you, are alive. There is nothing more, your parents would want to know, you made it through the horror, alive and well. Now, you will come with me and I shall see to it that you are cared for.

But what if they are still looking to kill me? Those who killed my mother wanted me dead. It was my mother who saved me.

That is something quite interesting, young sir. Why would they want a child of your age dead? Are you of nobility?

No, I am Commoner.

Well then you should be fine, still we will be cautious as we enter town.

Aonghus then, followed Conmic and his hounds into a small cluster of structures around a town square. There was a little market, a pub and a stone building surrounded by a white picket fence. Several members were in the town, a few were strolling through the streets, a collection of them were in the market and a gathering of them were in front of the stone building as Conmic and Aonghus approached.

Without warning one of the female members, standing in the stone building’s courtyard began to shriek and run towards them.

Conmic, where did you find him? Everyone, come quick Conmic has found the missing child!

With that, the pair was surrounded by the townsfolk, who were all excited and pleased. Aonghus on the other hand, was completely overwhelmed with fear and grabbed hold of Conmic as he desperately tried to hide.

The Great King Heber has offered a reward for finding him. Conmic you shall be rich!

Someone summon the kings courier and let him know the boy has been found.

The words of the members brought even more fear into Aonghus’ being. The thought that a king was searching for him confirmed in his mind that those who tried to kill him indeed still wanted him dead as they had put out a reward for finding him. As he held Conmic’s side and looked up into the old Vasters face, he worried that he too had been fooled. He had trusted Conmic, believed that he would help him, not turn him in to the murdering Ubils for a reward. Crushed by his trust in the old Vaster, Aonghus began to feel his body fill with a raging desire to kill Conmic.

Aonghus’ urge was interrupted as the kings courier ran up to the group and instantly cleared the crowd and grabbed hold of Aonghus.

Where did you find him? the courier asked.

In a cave near Rock Close. Conmic answered.

He looks quite disheveled. What have you done to him? the courier inquired with a tone of annoyance.

I have not done anything to him. This is how I found him.

Is this true? the courier asked as he turned Aonghus face towards his and then gently patted the boy on his shoulder.

Aonghus could see in the courier’s eyes a true sign of kindness. It seemed he wanted Aonghus to be well, not harmed. The sight of the courier’s compassionate appearance sent Aonghus into a second wave of confusion. He didn’t know if all of this kindness was to fool him into going along with him only to be handed over to his mother’s murderers. Still the courier’s eyes truly looked honorable and so Aonghus decided to trust him.

Conmic has not harmed me; it was the evil hands of a Sherideen that have scared me.

A Sherideen, you say?

Yes, and they murdered my mother!

Oh, my lord, all shall be remunerated. I assure you. Let us now get you home, your grandfather is waiting for you. He will be so pleased to have his only grandson returned to him alive and well.

The mention of his grandfather and the thought that his grandfather was waiting for him, flooded Aonghus mind with even more uncertainty. Had he truly found the place of his family? Had this world really been where his mother had come from? Even if it were, how did this courier know that he was truly the child they had been searching for? None of it made sense to him, yet he went along with courier’s beliefs without a fight.

CHAPTER

2

Ringfort at The Rock

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T he journey across the land of Munster took several turns but along the way Aonghus learned much of this new world he had entered from the kind courier.

The courier whose name was Tadhg Flann explained terms, words and gestures of the people, not members, of Ireland. He was a man of much knowledge. He had studied the ways of the druids and knew of their gathering circles, places of worship and burial stones. He explained to Aonghus that the area he had been found in was an old druid center called Rock Close. It had been said that his mother a worshiper of the druids had told her family that she would find protection with the druids in the south. That is why he had traveled to the town near Rock Close and set up a search post.

The pair held many conversations that were enlightening to Aonghus and by the time they reached the stone towering Ringfort at The Rock he was fluent and comfortable in communicating with others.

The ramp that led up to the entrance was incredibly steep and unrefined. The ground was filled with mounds of mud, piles of animal feces and clusters of weeds. Along the side of the ramp and running all the way up to the entrance of the Ringfort was a tall rough-edged stone wall. At the top of the ramp the stonewall bent towards the Ringfort and blended into its enormous five-story-high outer wall. The wall of the Ringfort was also constructed of stones and yet the appearance was much more refined and developed. The surface seemed smooth, clean and enhanced.

The entrance stood almost two stories high and had two thick wooden doors that had been left wide open. The sides of the entrance curved upwards creating a vaulted tunnel that penetrated through the huge stone outer wall and emptied into an open mud-covered courtyard.

The courtyard was a bustle of activity. To the left of the entrance there was a number of men busy working with a set of horses beside a large fire pit that sat in front of several small wooden structures. Beside the wooden structures there was a group of people gathered around several tables that were filled with fresh vegetables, dried meats and fruits.

Beyond the wooden structures were four large stone buildings. The largest was on the far northern point of the interior. It was two stories taller than the outer wall and had a roof made of wood. The other stone structures were spread out within the Ringfort. Each was topped with a thatched roof and had its own small fence like structure surrounding it.

Between all of the structures and activity was a hay dusted path that directed them to a huge staircase. The staircase was a massive flight of wooden stairs that led up to the main entrance of the large stone tower structure. At the top of the stairs were several guards dressed in thick leather garments accented in green. Each of them turned towards Tadhg as he reached the top.

Sir Tadhg Flann, what say you? Asked the front guard.

"King Heber placed orders that The Rock would be a meeting place if the child was found in the south and therefore I am… .we are here to see the king."

The king is not here. answered the guard.

Well, I sent word to his company almost three days ago; perhaps he is still in travel.

Are you certain he is to meet you here? For we are not prepared for his arrival, the guard stated in an annoyed tone.

Are you not aware of the king’s search? Tadhg asked.

The guards looked at one another as if they were searching for an answer and did not have one. Then suddenly a finely dressed female rushed out from the entrance and straight up to Tadhg Flann. She threw her arms around him and began kissing him. Tadhg didn’t fight her off, instead he grabbed her around the waist of her long blue silk gown and lifted her off the ground. Her long brown hair swayed in the breeze as Tadhg held her.

Oh, darling I have been so worried about you. The battle in the north continues and there is word that Conn is in pursuit of all those on task to recover the seat of Leath Mogha. The woman sobbed with heartfelt tears. Her fair white skin and blue eyes were dashed with pink stained tear marks and genuine concern.

My love, no more worry, I have found the child and we have seen no troubles. Have we boy?

No sir, we have had no trouble on our travels.

My darling wife, this is Aonghus; Aonghus this is my wife Ceara.

The two bowed to one another and then Ceara showed them into the fortress and fed them. After they were fed she ordered two servants to take Aonghus to a chamber where he was bathed and dressed in fine clothing.

CHAPTER

3

The King

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T he evening sun was dropping in the west and the vision of light dominating the horizon with such a spectrum of intense colors aroused Aonghus’ attention. He had never seen such a sight before; part of him feared what it all meant while the other part of his mind was intoxicated by its beauty.

Aonghus was so intrigued by the view that he didn’t notice Tadhg enter the chamber. Tadhg was dressed in the same leather thigh length tunic over a garment he had arrived in and yet his face and hair were clean and washed. His long brown hair was pulled back, neatly towards the back of his neck and tied together with a black leather strap, that had several silver beads and black feathers, draping down into his hair. His face was cleanly shaved revealing his fair skin, rouged cheekbones and green eyes.

At first Aonghus did not recognize Tadhg when he turned away from the opening in the chamber wall and saw the clean faced man approach him.

The king has arrived, Tadhg announced as he moved forward.

Aonghus immediately recognized Tadhg’s voice and acknowledged him with a nod of his head.

Are you ready? Tadhg asked.

Yes.

With that Tadhg, led Aonghus down to a large open wooden hall that had several large wooden support pillars equally dispersed on both sides of the room. Beyond the pillars were tables and benches with many people gathered around them, all of whom were standing and watching as Tadhg and Aonghus entered.

To the front of the hall was a small dais, one-step up from the main floor. In the center of the dais was a large high-back chair cut with an elaborate design. Beside the chair four elderly men stood in a cluster, facing each other while talking. One of the men was dressed in an elaborately fashioned tunic, cape and headdress. He was the one closest to the chair and once Tadhg and Aonghus began their stroll up to the dais, he turned towards the pair and quietly watched them approach.

My lord, King Heber, I am Tadhg Flann, Courier for the Seat of Leath Mogha. Tadhg announced with a bow.

The finely dressed man on the stage said nothing in reply, instead he stood there with a serious look on his face as his eyes remained on Aonghus.

May I present to you Aonghus, son of Mogh Nuadhat and her Grace your daughter, Princess Beara.

The words Tadhg spoke twisted through Aonghus’ mind like a whirlwind. He couldn’t figure out what they all meant and the words that he did understand seemed to be wrongly applied to him and his mother.

His brain went mad with questions. SON of WHO? He did not know who Mogh Nuadhat was. His mother had said his father’s name was Eoghan, not Mogh. Princess? What is a princess, what does it mean to be her Grace? And how could my mother be the daughter of this old man from this world? All of this made no sense to him.

Please step forward, one of the old men standing on the dais instructed Aonghus.

Aonghus was still very confused and Tadhg, had to guide him forward until they were both directly at the edge of the stage.

King Heber then reached his hand forward and grabbed Aonghus’ chin. Somewhat frightened Aonghus stepped back and bellowed.

What do ye want of me? I am just a commoner from Carthy I have nothing to give you.

I want to find my grandson, King Heber replied softly.

Why do you all believe I am him?

I do not know if you are, that is why I wish to see you for myself and ask you a few important questions. The king stepped off the stage and slowly approached Aonghus. His eyes were gentle and had a calmness to them that Aonghus found somewhat comforting.

I understand you have been through quite a terrifying time recently. Your recollection of your mother’s death is quite disturbing to me, as it must be to you, but holding this pain at bay I must know if you are truly my daughter’s son. So, I must ask you have you ever seen your father?

No, and the name Mogh Nuadhat, is not the name my mother told me was my father.

What name, then, is your father?

Eoghan Mór son of Magha Neid Mac Dearg. So, you see I am not your grandson, I am not who you are looking for, so please let me leave. Aonghus said with a firm voice. In his mind he was fearful that this was still a setup to kill him so he was doing his best to be set free and not be noted as who they were looking for.

Do you know his mother’s name? came a voice from the side of the hall.

Yes, Sioda.

As he said the name a strange sound came from the right side of the hall and then there was complete silence.

I see, you know much of your line and yet you do not believe we are your family. I cannot understand your wish to deny your place and yet I have one more enquiry for you. Perhaps this one may open your eyes to the truth and then allow you to see where you truly belong. Will you be so kind as to follow me?

Aonghus agreed and then followed the king to the rear of the stage where there were several paintings of people hanging.

The first painting was of a man in hunting gear with a dead animal with antlers at his feet. The second painting was of a man and a woman holding a small newborn child. The third was a woman with two young girls, one standing beside the woman who was sitting on a bench while the second girl was picking flowers at the feet of the women. When Aonghus’ eyes reached the woman’s face his heart stopped beating, his eyes widened and his jaw fell open. His face began to shake and he began to look as if he was going to drop.

Something wrong? the king asked as he stood beside Aonghus and watched his every move.

That woman, there … . . that’s my mother. Aonghus pointed to the woman in the painting sitting on the bench. She looked just like his mother. Could it truly be his mother? He was in disbelief.

That is my daughter, Princess Beara, wife of Mogh Nuadhat more commonly known as the name you know him as, Eoghan Mór. The young girls are your sisters, the pure ones, Scoithuiamb and Coinneal. Both are in Spain now and are well perhaps, when all is settled here they will be able to return and you will be reunited.

Then I am who you say?

Indeed, you are. It was clear to me who you were the moment I set eyes upon you, for you are undeniably your father’s son.

Aonghus said nothing he was completely in shock that this was truly, where his mother had come from. New questions entered his mind; how had she found the crystal inside the cave. Why had she left this world and why had she never told him of this outside world? All of his brains confusions was stifled as King Heber directed him back to the center of the dais and silenced the crowd.

For some time, I have been searching for my pregnant daughter who had gone into hiding over 13 years ago because of the ongoing battles between the southern tribes and now I am delighted to make our family stand once more in our rightful positions. As reigning leader of the lands of Leath Mogha, I present to you now my grandson Aonghus, King of Leath Mogha.

King Heber guided Aonghus directly in front of the high back chair. He presented him with a golden crown and staff. Then he gently urged him to sit down, as he did the people in the hall cheered immensely.

The seat of Leath Mogha is retained! they cried.

CHAPTER

4

Learning

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O ver the next few years, Aonghus learned much about his family’s history, how his father had battled for years to gain back his family’s land, resulting in him controlling half of Ireland, the land they now called Leath Mogha or Mogha’s half, after his father. He learned that his father’s rival Conn Ceadchatheah, had killed his father early one morning while his father slept in his own bed, just weeks before Tadhg had found Aonghus in the small town near Rock Close. He also learned that his mother’s father was the Great King Heber of Castile in Spain, a land across the sea and he had come to Ireland to hold the seat of Leath Mogha on the Cashel Castle until he could place a family member back on the throne. King Heber had also worked out an agreement with Conn that would allow Aonghus the rights to his father’s seat at Leath Mogha.

The knowledge of his fighting family filled Aonghus with a vigor that intensified when he was near the crystal he still carried in his old worn leather bundle pouch, that was tied across his back. Largely the pouch was well concealed beneath the elaborate clothing and accessories king was expected to wear. It was only when he was to strip off his clothing to bathe or sleep that he would remove the pouch and set it in an iron vault he had had constructed to hold his valuable items.

So, for the most part, his body was growing with an evil that increased each day from a mist that was escaping from the lethal Ubil Isle of Carthy. The toxins caused him to want to control and hold his father’s land, they also deepened the desire within him to see the man, Conn who killed his father, suffer a death of lingering inescapable pain.

Conn Ceadchatheah was the King of the North, the land they called Leath Cuinn, or Conn’s Half. Yet he claimed now to rule all of Ireland due to the death of Aonghus’ father Eoghan Mór (also known as Mogh Nuadhat). leaving Aonghus as a mere territory king or overlord under Conn. Aonghus would still hold command over the southern tribal leaders and kingdoms yet he would not have the equal stand of position that his father had. The only way to gain it back would be to take it by force from the reigning King of Province, Conn.

Conn had been the man Aonghus’ father had defeated in ten major battles in order to take command of the south. Conn was a true man of war; he had fought more than a hundred battles in his life and was feared by most. This knowledge of Conn’s will to fight slowed Aonghus’ need to kill and instead it pulled him in the direction of manipulation over murder, a trait he would hand down through his lineage.

Aonghus ruled the south with a firm grip, never allowing his southern tribal leaders to converse or negotiate plans with the north. He reigned with an energy that proved strong and for a period kept Conn at bay. During this time, however, Aonghus used his intellect to investigate Conns weaknesses one of which was Conn’s brothers, Eochaidh Fionn and Fiachaidh Suighdhe. Both had been used by Conn to murder and run his battles and yet they were treated as slaves, not royalty. They were given no land, no finical gain, and no titles. In addition, Aonghus discovered that Conn had killed his oldest brother Eochaidh Fionn, son’s in a battle over the throne that he now sat upon. Eochaidh Fionn was the rightful heir to their father Feidhlimidh Reachtmhar’s kingship, but Conn wanted it for himself and did whatever he needed to do in order to achieve it, including, killing family. Some even say Conn convinced the son of Mal, to kill his own father. Feidhlimidh Reachtmhar had killed Mal over a land holding several years earlier.

Another weakness Aonghus discovered was Conn’s family’s pure hatred for the Eochaidh Aincheann line from Leinster. Apparently, Conn’s grandfather Tuathal Teachtmhar had wed one of his daughters, Dairine to the King of Leinster, Eochaidh Aincheann and not long after they wed, Eochaidh Aincheann declared that Dairine had died unexpectedly. Eochaidh Aincheann wished to keep in support of Tuathal’s family and so he asked for Tuathal’s other daughter’s hand in marriage, Fithir.

Tuathal agreed and sent his second daughter to the Fortress Magh Luadhat in Leinster. But what Fithir found there was her sister alive. Dairine had been tortured so severely that she was near death but she was alive long enough to tell her sister of what Eochaidh Aincheann had done to her. Later both daughters’ dead bodies were recovered from the fortress sending their father into a rage that drove him to organize all nobles and warriors of Ireland to aid him in avenging his daughter’s murders.

The troops were sent to Leinster to plunder and pillage the people and holdings of Leinster as well as kill Eochaidh Aincheann and his line. Yet when the forces entered Leinster they were not met with any resistance, instead the people agreed to pay tribute to Tuathal’s family. In doing so the taxation of Boraimhe Laighean, a tax that was to be paid every two years for the next forty kings, was imposed upon the people of Leinster, creating an enormous amount of negativity towards Conn’s line.

Aonghus also learned that Conn had twin son Connla and Crionna and three daughters Saruit, Maoin, and Sadbh. Saruit had been offered recently to Mogh Lamha’s son, Conaire the second of the Daire Dornmhar line from Ulster, as a pledge of affiliation.

The wedding of Saruit and Conaire the second, was to take place the following month and Aonghus and his kin had been invited to its gathering. Aonghus hoped to use the information he had learned about Conn to his advantage, as a means to weaken Conn’s holdings, so he agreed to attend the wedding.

CHAPTER

5

The Hill

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A fter several days of travel north, Aonghus and his company arrived in the territory of Tara where they approached the base of a slight hill. The summit of the hill was engrossed in a massive stone fort, the center tower of the fort protruded heavenly beyond the reach of manly sight and yet the colossal fortress could only be seen from a few miles away. It was apparent the structure was held in ownership by someone of great power and wealth.

To the north of the hill was an embankment that led up to the entrance of the actual Hill Fort known as Raith na Riogh or The Fort of the King. The embankment was abundantly covered with well-trimmed ryegrass and white clovers, the scent of which was plentiful and lush. Beyond the embankment expended a prairie also richly blanketed in green grass. The prairie spread south and west for over an acre until it was cut off at an angle by the outer barrier wall of the kings enclosure.

Upon reaching the prairie, Aonghus and his company were approached by a greeting committee that were dressed in the official green, black and silver Leath Cuinn royal attire. The greeting committee then led them to a portion of the prairie that had been marked with wooden stakes that were decorated in the colors and standards of Leath Mogha’s, dark green, yellow and gold. They were then allowed to use the area to construct their own tents, fire pits and temporary living space.

There were several other well-established and powerful families that had already arrived and set up their camps. Those from the south that were Aonghus comrades, sent over hands to help Aonghus’ men with the erecting of their leaders shelter while Aonghus and his four male companions were escorted to the Hill Fort to meet Conn.

Aonghus’ four Companions had been with him from his first days in this outside world. Each of them had proven their loyalty to Aonghus and his line and so Aonghus had proclaimed them members of his noble council.

The first was Tadhg Flann, the courier that had found Aonghus and delivered him to the King of Castile, Spain. Tadhg had since been knighted and held the lead position in the council. His appearance had changed slightly, his hair had thinned and he was becoming bald still he looked no older than he had when Aonghus first met him. His apparel too had changed, drastically, he now wore rich garments that suited his high royal position, and yet his actions, speech and manners were those of a common fair courier a behavior that generated a huge amount of respect from all, especially Aonghus.

The second of Aonghus’ companions was Paul Tryan, a mighty warrior from Spain who had been one of the head officers of Aonghus’ father’s army; now under Aonghus, he controlled all of Leath Mogha’s forces. Paul was the oldest member of the council. He had long, white, straight hair, with a mustache and beard that only covered his chin. He had large, brilliant brown eyes that enhanced his look of confidence and self-assurance.

The third was Cian a seven-foot-tall, broad-boned Irish champion with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was born in the region of Kinsale and maintained by Aonghus’ father to compete in Ireland, England, and Spain’s soldierly tests, in which he won the title of Champion. Cian returned to Ireland when Aonghus’ father was killed and bid his endless support of Aonghus’ and his post. In doing so he was accepted by Aonghus and the council as Paul Tryan’s second in command of the military.

The fourth of Aonghus’ companions was Timoad Mór, Aonghus’ cousin and second in line to the throne of Leath Mogha. Timoad was the youngest on the council at the age of fourteen, yet he had the look of a full-grown man. He stood nearly six foot tall. He had long wavy black hair, sideburns, and light blue eyes. He was quiet, well-mannered, and respectful of his cousin, for at age eight he had been brought to Aonghus’ side by Aonghus himself, when both of his parents were murdered by Conn’s forces. The relationship that grew between the two was strong and brotherly, which made the acceptance of such a young man to the council easy for all to accept.

The group of five made for a strong and honorable sight and it was clear when they emerged from their sanctioned portion of land beside the Hill Fort in Tara, that they were unmistakably recognizable. Those of the south paused and bent their heads as the group approached the Barrier Wall, while those of the north merely watched with a look of awe.

The outer Barrier Wall of the Hill Fort stood only fifteen feet in height. Its ridge top was cleanly shaped and had no defense structures in place. In fact, the entire entranceway was unguarded and open allowing the group of men access beyond the Barrier Wall and into the enclosed village of Tara. Within, to the left, was a long, two-story-high stone structure with a gable shaped roof made of wood. To the right were several small round stone and wooden structures that had thatched roofs and individually fenced enclosures.

There were many villagers actively working within as well as visitors walking about. It was clear that something was going on; there was an excitement in the air that seemed joyful.

The pathways that led through the village were covered with bits of straw and what looked like red and pink rose petals. Aonghus assumed that the rose petals on the ground were left over from the recent arrival of the king and his daughter, their carriages would have been showered with them leaving the pathway in the condition it was in. At the end of the pathway was a second stonewall with an enormous closed arched iron gate. The wall stood three stories high with many ornate Celtic symbols carved around the gate. At the top of the gate, was a carving of two hands, one on each side of the gateway, reaching from an elaborate braid, that expanded from the ground. The hands then held a crown with the symbol of Trinity below it.

When they reached the Iron Gate their escort enabled it to be drawn open and allow them to enter the Sacred Hill Fort, Raith na Riogh, of their sovereign king. The opening lead into a four-foot tunnel that was ten feet wide and over twelve feet in height. The ground was again covered in straw, but the rose petals did not continue beyond the opening. On the other side of the wall there was an enormous amount of wooden structures, barricades, storage bins and carriages all spread-out around the enclosure. In the center was the mammoth tower that could be seen for miles away. Its stone structure was skillfully built allowing it to stretch taller than any building Aonghus had ever seem.

Beside the tower, stretched out to the east was an enormous white and gold round tent. The tent expanded at the center more than three stories high creating a peak to the tent that was then topped with a flag of the Leath Cuinn realm. The edges of the tent were trimmed in rich golden braids and tassels that draped the entrance with a royal flair. Within the tent were several huge long tables running west and east, bursting with trays of food and carafes of wine and alcohol.

There were people at every table eating, talking, laughing and cheering. The tone inside was that of celebration and Aonghus feared that he and his company would be insulting Conn by missing his daughter’s wedding. Attending the wedding and earning some respect from Conn was after all the reason they had traveled so far north, failing at this simple endeavor was not what Aonghus could allow to happen.

The escort that had been leading Aonghus