9 - Hemlock at Vespers: Fifteen Sister Fidelma Mysteries Paperback by Peter Tremayne

Author:Peter Tremayne [Tremayne, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: _rt_yes, Church History, Fiction, tpl, _NB_fixed, Mystery, Historical, Clerical Sleuth, Medieval Ireland
ISBN: 9780312252885
Amazon: 0312252889
Publisher: Minotaur Books
Published: 2000-03-09T05:00:00+00:00

Dagobert was a young man who had been brought from the land of the Franks when he was a child. It was claimed that he was heir to the Frankish empire but his father had been deposed and the young prince had been taken into exile in Ireland until the time came when he could return. He was tall, dark, rather attractive and spoke Irish almost as fluently as a native prince. Laisran had warned Sister Fidelma that the young man was well connected and betrothed to a princess of the kings of Cashel. There would be repercussions if Dagobert was not accorded the full letter of the Brehon Law.

“You know why you are here?” began Sister Fidelma.

“That I do,” the young man smiled. The Saxon pig, Wulfstan, has been slain. Outside the band of Saxons who followed the young whelp, there is a smile on the face of every student in Durrow. Does that surprise you, Sister Fidelma?”

“Perhaps not. I am told that you were known to have had an argument with him?”

Dagobert nodded.

“What about?”

“He was an arrogant pig. He insulted my ancestry and so I punched him on the nose.”

“Wasn’t that difficult to do, with his bodyguard? I am also told that Raedwald was never far away and he is a muscular young man.”

Dagobert chuckled.

“Raedwald knew when to defend his prince and when not. He diplomatically left the room when the argument started. A man with a sense of honor is Raedwald of the South Saxons. Wulfstan treated him like dirt beneath his feet even though he was a thane and blood cousin.”

Sister Fidelma reached into her robes and drew out the bloodstained embroidered linen kerchief and laid it on the table.

“Do you recognize this?”

Dagobert frowned and picked it up, turning it over in his hands with a puzzled expression.

“It is certainly mine. There is my motto. But the bloodstains… ?”

“It was found by the side of Wulfstan’s body. I found it. It was obviously used to wipe the blood off the weapon that killed him.”

Dagobert’s face whitened.

“I did not kill Wulfstan. He was a pig but he was simply needed a sound thrashing to teach him manners.”

“Then how came this kerchief to be by his side in his chamber?”

“I… I loaned it to someone.”

“Who?”

Dagobert bit his lip, shrugging.

“Unless you wish to be blamed for this crime, Dagobert, you must tell me,” insisted Fidelma.

“Two days ago I loaned the kerchief to Talorgen, the prince of Rheged.”

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