Moira's Song by Lee Tawnya

Author:Lee, Tawnya [Lee, Tawnya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-01T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Moira's Purpose

Dubhan, Liam, Sedric, Richard, and Paul sat around a large rectangular oak table in a dark room in a passageway deep underground at Dowth. Torches blazed on the side walls, candles grouped in candelabras in the center of the table flickered, dancing shadows playing off the blood-drinkers’ faces. Richard sat at the head of the table, arms crossed, glaring+. Paul sat opposite him, leaned forward, his hands on each side of his head. The other blood-drinkers, Sedric on one side, Dubhan and Liam on the other, stared across at each other, expressions grim.

Richard slammed his fist on the table.

“You can go feck yourselves, the lot of ya. I will not allow you to come in here and tell me what is best for Na Fuilteacha. I’m the one who has sat at this table, the head of this table, for centuries. It is I who have fought to ensure our safety. I am bound to uphold our law. Without it, we are lawless, and open to attack. If this woman is dangerous, it is even more imperative we uphold law. If we abandon it in times of distress, what good is it to us?”

Sedric Brodie sighed. “Richard, I hear you. And we are not talking about abandoning the law, merely postponing the execution of it. This woman could be a powder keg waiting to blow. If we handle her properly, the law can be upheld and we can avoid violence.”

“It’s only time enough to allow her to adjust. I believe it would lead to chaos, and possibly deliver exactly what the rebellion wants to see: the Tribunal destroyed,” Liam said.

Richard shook his head. “No. I’m right about this. I won’t back down. I’m voting in four days. And I’m voting on the side of law and order.”

“Richard, nothing would make me happier if you turn out to be right. Because if not, this could be fecking disastrous,” Dubhan said as he stood from the table.

Liam and Sedric rose with him.

“Nevertheless,” Dubhan continued “thank you for allowing us to plead our cause. Go mbairamid beo ar an am seo aris.”36

Dubhan bowed slightly, and with a wave of his cape, the three blood-drinkers vanished, leaving Paul and Richard alone.

“And you! What a fecking mess you are. You’re bloody wrong. You know that, right?” said Richard.

He stomped out of the room, leaving Paul alone. Paul sat, his head down. He leaned back and watched the flicker of the torches, remembering the crackle and pop of the fire as the old witch divined her secrets. He stood and walked slowly to his room. The words of the old crone echoed in his head. You must tell everyone. What a burden this had turned out to be.

Just outside Dowth, Dubhan, Liam, and Sedric stood in a circle next to an old ash tree. The moon flooded the hills with light.

“This won’t end well,” Dubhan said.

“No. If they try to kill her children, she may play right into the hands of the rebellion. She will have their sympathies.

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