The Request (ch36)

Chapter 36  MacMurrough/de Clare/Archid

When Finn and Strongbow arrived at the castle, the guards immediately summoned the doctor and put the almost lifeless Strongbow into the nearest bed. Finn was kept outside to be questioned about the incident. When Strongbow was  inside, as soon as he came to, he let it be known that Finn should not be charged with any crime. He told the guards and the castle steward that Finn should be commended for getting him here so quickly. He knew that he was very lucky not to have been killed then and there. Finn could have ended his life, but instead tried to save it. 

Aoife was called to Strongbow’s chamber and was told the meager bits of information about what had happened.  She was horrified and immediately blamed Strongbow for he had promised her that there would be no violent action taken against Finn. When she walked in ready to show him how angry she was, she stopped suddenly and was taken aback by what she saw.

Strongbow was laying in the bed, extremely pale and sweating. His breathing was labored and she could see the dozens of bloody rags used to stop the bleeding and clean the wound. The doctor had just finished closing his punctured thigh. 

She reluctantly walked closer to the bed and found him to be semi-conscious. He immediately opened his eyes, and turned to her. He knew at once that she was there for he smelled her familiar scent of the dried roses and nutmeg powder that she used in her hair.  

“Aoife. I am sorry. I don’t know what happened. I couldn’t stop myself.” He said in an urgent whisper as he tried to lean in closer to her. “Finn did what he had to do.” 

“Don’t worry Richard. There isn’t anything we can do about what happened.  You need to heal your leg. Let’s not even bring it up again.” She said managing a small smile, trying not to notice how awful he looked. He had an almost grey coloring, and his eyes were bloodshot. His usually combed hair was wet with sweat and he was trembling slightly. Never before had she seen anyone look as bad. 

“Try to sleep, it will help you heal. I’ll be just outside.” She said quietly as she kissed his cheek. As she walked out she had a bad feeling. He didn’t look at all like the man she had known for these many months. She headed straight for the doctor with urgent questions. He could only explain to her about the chance of infection, and how it would most likely be fatal. 

“You mean he could die from this?” She asked with a horrified expression. “Yes, there is a good chance. The wound was deep and it is typical in this sort of injury. I have sent for Father Flanagan since King de Clare refused to see the castle priest.” The doctor replied sadly. 

“I must go find his brother. Thank you Doctor. If anything should happen, send for me please.” She said as she hurried out of the hall. 

Aoife had sent for William and when she learned that he was out hunting she decided to go look for Finn. She was told he was outside with the guards so she quickly made her way there. She knew he would want to see her and explain about what happened. She also knew that he would be worried about what she may be thinking.

When she saw him he was sitting on a wooden bench with his head in his hands. He seemed quite worried. When he looked up and saw Aoife’s sweet face smiling at him, he felt better. He had just been told by the castle steward of Strongbow’s grave condition and felt pangs of guilt. He jumped up from where he was sitting and walked to her. He knew better than to show any affection toward her since she was still legally married to Strongbow, who was the King after all. 

“Aoife, I am sorry. It was the only way.” He explained hoping she would understand.  

“I know, Richard told me. Don’t worry he doesn’t blame you. The castle steward told me that he attacked you. Are you okay?” She asked as she reached for his hand. 

“I’m fine. I heard he is not doing well.” He answered looking genuinely concerned. 

“He looked awful, not like himself at all. I don’t know what is going to happen.” She replied sadly, starting to tear up. 

“There was a lot of blood. I just wanted to stop him, I didn’t mean for it to be this bad.” He said with a pleading look. 

Just then William rode up quickly with his hunting party. It was obvious that he had heard the news of his brother. “Why is he here? He needs to leave Aoife, don’t you think?” William asked her quite indignantly as he passed the two of them. “I should have finished you when I had the chance.” He muttered quietly under his breath as he slowly passed Finn. Aoife, unable to witness William’s verbal attack, agreed with him.

“He’s right. Maybe you should go back to the cottage. I have to get back inside.” She said to Finn with a loving look as she hated to ever have to say goodbye to him. An embrace would be inappropriate, so they said their goodbye silently.  

William ran straight to the chamber where Strongbow was being treated. He was stunned when he came through the door and saw his brother looking so unlike himself. He had seen him battle many illnesses and injuries, but never did he witness such a transformation in just one afternoon. Strongbow was the epitome of confidence and charm. He carried himself with a strong will and a desire to serve a great purpose. Today William saw before him a man he didn’t recognize. Strongbow was laying there, but his will was gone. William couldn’t think of what to say as fear took over is entire body, he could only make small talk.

“Richard, what are you doing lying around? You should have gone hunting with us. We had a very good day.” He said with a forced smile. 

“Why are you avoiding the obvious? I am that bad off, aren’t I?” Strongbow asked his visibly shaken brother, adding a small smile.  

“Well you have looked better brother. Why did you go out there alone? I should have gone with you, I could have helped you.” He replied with a furrowed brow. 

“I didn’t plan it, I just found myself there. I was getting the annulment writ and I was angry.” He answered quietly, straining to make his voice heard. “So you did get the writ?” William asked, surprised to hear that his brother actually went through with the agreement of the annulment. 

“It is in my pouch. Get it for me and give it to Aoife after…”He said as William interrupted. “After what?” 

“You know as well as I that this is not looking very good. The doctor has sent for the priest. I know what that means.” Strongbow replied slowly. 

“You will be fine. This is a mere bruise.” He paused a moment and began again in an urgent tone. “You are finally King. You mustn’t give up on yourself now!” He knew that once someone accepted the thought of dying, it was only a matter of time. “We have come a long way, and we have done everything we said we were going to do. Get better so we can finally live it.” 

“We need to discuss something important, sit down.”  Strongbow said seriously. “I understand everything you just said but I need to be realistic. If it happens… I need you to bring him here.” 

After a few seconds of thoughtful silence, William spoke hesitantly, knowing full well who his brother was referring to. “Are you sure that is what you want to do?” 

Strongbow sat up slightly, looked into his brother’s eyes and spoke in a whisper. “King Henry will take Leinster when I am gone if there is no heir. I would like you to send for him now.”

The Fight (ch35)

 

Chapter 35  de Clare/Archid

“Archid! I am here to settle things my way!” Strongbow yelled crazily. 

“What do you want?” Finn replied reaching for the dagger on his waist. He had not seen anyone before with such a wild look in their eyes. He knew why he was there as he expected at least one last encounter with him. No man would ever let the woman he loved just walk into the arms of another man. Not without a fight anyway, he thought.

  “You should have just left her alone. Now I have to kill you.” He said wildly with a matter of fact attitude. Strongbow had completely lost all sense of rationality. His anger and jealousy had taken over and his mind only focused on killing Finn. He raised his sword as he approached the garden and noticed Finn’s small dagger. He chuckled sadistically and lunged at him. 

“If you do this, Aoife still will not return to you. You will have less of a chance than you have now.” Finn explained logically, remaining calm and strategically planning how he would defend himself. 

“This is not about getting Aoife back. I never had her! It was always you who she wanted. So, if I can’t have her, than you won’t either!” He shouted as he swung his heavy sword past Finn’s shoulder. Finn was fast and moved just in time to avoid a fatal blow to the chest. This would certainly be an unbalanced fight, so he needed to be quick. He knew he had to get out of the confines of the small garden. There was a waist high rock wall to his left, so he quickly swung himself over effortlessly. Strongbow followed immediately as Finn raised his dagger. 

“Don’t try and run, and put that toy away. You are no match for me with that.” Strongbow said with a smile as they circled each other waiting for an opportunity. “I won’t run, I’m not a coward.” He answered as he quickly leaned to avoid a slash of Strongbow’s sword. “This isn’t going to be as easy as you think.” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Finn crouched down and lunged at Strongbow’s lower body which was easily blocked by his sword. The dagger almost left Finn’s grip from the force of the connection between the two blades, but he managed to hold on to it. It threw him off balance and he steadied himself by putting one hand into the dirt.

As he looked up he saw Strongbow’s silhouette as the sun was directly behind him. He noticed a confident smile and another forceful slash of the sword. Finn saw it coming and rolled to avoid it. He scrambled to his feet as Strongbow tried to regain control of his weapon. In a split second, Finn found his one opportunity to tackle Strongbow from below. With all of his strength he threw his arms around Strongbow’s midsection, and they both flew to the ground in a heap of dust which hindered their sight.  

Finn couldn’t tell if he still had his sword, so he tried as hard as he could to keep his arms pinned until he could position his dagger to take a stab at him. 

Strongbow didn’t see Finn coming. He was blindsided and fell hard to the ground. Finn was strong and was wrestling him, trying greatly to keep his hand from reaching his sword, which did fall to the ground a few feet away. He anxiously tried reaching it, but Finn held his arms at the elbows.

Strongbow decided he needed to rid himself of Finn, so he turned over and kneed him in the stomach. Finn lost his grip on him as he tried to recover the air that had been knocked out of him, and Strongbow crawled to retrieve his sword. At this point his smile was gone and his anger had returned. When he was fingertips away he felt Finn grab his leg and then a sharp pain pierced the back of his thigh. He grimaced at the enormity of the pain and reached back to locate the source. As his hand retracted he saw that it was covered in bright red blood and parts of his leg began to go numb. While he was investigating his wound, Finn managed to get to his feet and grab the sword.

Blood trickled onto the dirt and Strongbow knew his injury was more than just a flesh wound. He was completely stunned and couldn’t believe Finn was hovering above him with his own sword. He felt completely defeated. 

“You might as well kill me now and get it over with.” He said as he gasped while his leg throbbed in pain.

 

 “I can’t kill you. You are the King. I only wanted to avoid being killed.” Finn replied fully out of breath. He ran to the front of the house and came back with cloth which he wrapped around Strongbow’s thigh. “Don’t bother. I will surely die anyway.” He said despondently, laying his head back into the dirt. 

“I’ll take you back to the castle and the doctor will fix it.” He replied quickly as he tried to get Strongbow to his feet.

With one arm around his waist, he hoisted him onto Finn’s horse. Strongbow winced but tried to stay calm. Finn tightened the cloth and climbed onto the horse himself. He rode as fast as he could, all the while hearing Strongbow’s cries with every extra jostle. He knew Strongbow had lost much blood when he felt him slump over his back as they rode. He hoped he wouldn’t lose consciousness, and he was somewhat concerned about the explanation he would give when they arrived at the castle.  He rode faster as he thought of the possibility of him dying. He didn’t want Strongbow dead, he had only wanted to keep himself alive.

The Annulment (ch34)

  

                                    

   Chapter 34 MacMorrough/de Clare

 After King henry had sailed back to England, Strongbow knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable. Aoife did not bring up the subject of annulment, but rather waited for him to make the decision to carry it out. Three days later that moment came. Strongbow met with Father Flanagan and explained the circumstances. The priest was very understanding, and even tried to console Strongbow when he noticed the trouble he was having giving the details. His eyes were even beginning to swell up slightly. 

“Your Highness, this situation started out problematic. I will grant you this annulment, but see it as a new beginning to carry out God’s plan for you as our new king. Perhaps when you are ready you will find a new bride who will assist you in ruling the kingdom.” He explained sympathetically. He felt terrible for Strongbow. He had known from the beginning that this would turn out badly. 

“Thank you Father. I want to do this well. As far as finding a wife, I cannot think of such a thing yet. It might be a very long time.” He replied, wanting to change the subject and be on his way. 

“If Aoife had not been attached to someone else when you met her, you would have had a good marriage, but it was not God’s will. I have heard how well you treated her and you will be blessed for that Richard.” He answered as she dropped the formality. He wasn’t talking with a king at the moment, he was talking to a broken man who needed encouragement. 

“I was good to her because I loved her more than anything father. How can I forget her?” He asked. 

“It was not meant to be Richard. I will pray that you will find peace with this.” As he said that he handed him the signed writ. Strongbow took it reluctantly and knew this would be the hardest thing he had ever done. 

As he rode back to the castle, he took his time so he could purposely delay seeing the look on Aoife’s face as he told her the deed had been done. He couldn’t bear to see her face light up at the news. Even though she would try to hide it, it would still be there. As he rode through the countryside he reflected back to the last nine months they had been together. He did everything he could to please her. Every word was kind, every task was completed cheerfully, and he always put her before himself. At that moment he started to feel a strong resentment towards Finn.

“What power did he have over her to make her unable to love me?” He asked himself.  He felt that Finn was nothing more than a commoner who had the good sense to pursue the right girl.

“He couldn’t possibly love her more than I do?” He thought as his anger began to build.

He began to ride faster as his temper rose and couldn’t bring himself to think anything but violent thoughts about his rival.

His horse seemed to change course and Strongbow found himself headed towards O’Flattery’s land where Finn’s cottage was located. His mind was exploding with jealousy and he knew he was headed straight for Finn. His horse picked up speed and Strongbow had a look of determination on his face. He couldn’t think straight and he didn’t know the cause of the driving force that was pulling him towards the cottage. His head was spinning and his heart pounded. The anger that ran through his body created his temperature to rise and a slight sweat permeated his skin.  His hands stung from the intensity of the grip he had on the reins, but he didn’t feel the pain. His only thought was to end Finn’s life. He couldn’t think of anything else.

As he approached the cottage he slowed down to make sure Finn was the only one there. He saw a figure in the garden and took a closer look. He didn’t have a plan of action, he only knew that he wasn’t going to be the understanding husband any longer. His jealousy was out of control and he decided that if he couldn’t have Aoife, then neither would Finn. He wasn’t in his right mind enough to consider how Aoife would feel, he was incapable of any reasonable thinking. 

He jumped off his horse and drew his sword. After realizing the man in the garden was Finn, he headed straight for him ignoring everything else around him. As he got closer he decided he would give him warning of what was to come. He wanted him to know exactly why today would be his last day.

King Henry’s arrival (ch 33)

Chapter 33 MacMurrough/de Clare

A few weeks later King Henry II arrived in Waterford. The kings and clan leaders of Ireland celebrated his arrival so as to not upset him enough to have to forfeit their lands also. Strongbow had enabled him to take over Dublin, Waterford and Wexford, creating a justified apprehension from all the remaining kingdoms.

Aoife had stuck to her agreement and lived in the castle with Strongbow to prove that they were in fact married, and that he had truly succeeded the throne from King Dermot through their marriage. Finn wasn’t happy about the arrangement, but trusted that Aoife knew what she was doing. If it had been done only to allow Strongbow to keep Leinster  he may not have agreed, but it was for the good of the kingdom, keeping it from being turned completely over to English rule. Aoife had explained to him that Strongbow would be a fair and efficient King, and that the people would benefit in keeping him as ruler. Strongbow knew how the MacMurroughs would want the kingdom to be ruled.

Aoife tried to see Finn as much as she could. Strongbow knew about this and allowed it which heightened his depression and heartbreak. He kept himself busy though, ruling Leinster and negotiating with the English nobles who were appointed Lordships to govern over the newly acquired lands in King Henry’s absence. When his mind wasn’t on his work he would spend time trying to avoid seeing Aoife and the new baby. He would discreetly leave the room if she were to enter and evade any meetings that weren’t vital. His heart physically ached when he thought of how close he was to having her forever and how much he would miss her when she was gone. He had decided the very next day after Lorcan’s birth that he could no longer make her stay with him. It was too painful to know that she loved another and that it was only a matter of time before she would leave for good. He even went so far as to move into his own chamber. His sorrow was inconsolable.

Aoife realized how miserable he was and she felt for him. She may have even felt slightly guilty from time to time. However, even through her guilt and sorry feelings, she wouldn’t change her mind. She looked forward to finally being with Finn and being his wife, the way it should have been initially. She also tried to steer clear of Strongbow in order to ease some of his pain. She stayed mostly in her chamber with Lorcan and visited her family as often as she could. 

Her sister Urlachen had her hands very full with her three children. The twins were very active little toddlers and baby girl Slaney was requiring a lot of her time as well. Donnel’s father, King O’Brien of Thomand, had passed away shortly after King Dermot had, so Donnel had become King quickly thereafter, a title he wasn’t exactly sure he was ready for. The chaos in Ireland over the Norman occupation was taking its toll on all of the kingdoms. Donnel had to keep peace with his allies, especially Strongbow, his brother in law. 

Aoife’s mother, Mor, was happily living in her quiet manor with her adopted daughter Clare, who was also a bustling toddler approaching her third birthday. She spent much of her free time with Aoife, helping her adapt to life with a newborn. She was thankful that Aoife would soon get the chance to be with Finn for she knew that as soon as they were allowed to marry their lives would begin again. Some days Mor and Aoife would take a special trip together to the cottage to visit Finn. He kept himself busy fixing the cottage and preparing it for when Aoife and Lorcan would return for good. He was also quite occupied with his knightly duties for Lord O’Flattery, keeping order amongst his land due to the turmoil between the kingdoms and the English Nobles. 

The day King Henry of England arrived was bittersweet for Aoife. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he returned to England and she could be free from her marriage to Strongbow, but she also felt saddened to know how lonely he would be after she was gone. 

They had held a reception for the king at Strongbow’s castle and many people were invited including Aoife’s family, some Irish royalty, the English Nobles, and the Lord’s of Leinster. Aoife was nervous about meeting him for she had heard many stories of how powerful he was and the many tales of his tumultuous marriage to Eleanor of Aquitane. Aoife thought it amazing that they had birthed ten children while she could barely manage the one that she had. 

The affair was formal and King Henry was sure to make a speech about Strongbow’s valor and bravery for conquering these lands in the name of England. Of course Strongbow didn’t share this testement but went along with King Henry’s assumptions. Strongbow had never set out to share any of his conquests with King Henry, especially since he had been denied his lands by birthright.  He was also quite preoccupied with the more pressing issues of his life. In the past he would have felt honored and he would have anticipated this event. Now he wanted to expedite the affair and move on. As King Henry arrived at the castle with his many men and advisors, the guests lined up to meet him. The mood amongst the crowd was a mix between intrigue and bitterness. When he came to Aoife, she bowed and greeted him. 

“Welcome to Ireland Your Majesty. Your visit has been long awaited. “ She said politely accompanied by a curtsy.  

“Queen Aoife. It is a pleasure to meet you. Your father told me much about you, may he rest in peace. I am sorry for your loss, he was a good man. He chose well for his successor, I am very proud of your husband. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him.” He replied as held her hand gently. “Thank you Your Highness for your kind words about my father. Yes, my husband is a skilled warrior. We are all impressed by his military expertise.” She answered with a smile. 

She noticed that he was much older than she thought. He had graying short hair, rather curly with a small moustache that turned up slightly at the corners. He was small in stature, with a with a portly belly protruding from his robe. He was not at all what she imagined. He certainly didn’t look as powerful as he was. His voice was quite high and she amusingly thought that she was surprised that he could father ten children.

As King Henry went on to speak to the other guests, Aoife noticed Strongbow looking at her. He was obviously watching her every move trying to see if she was saying the right things to the King Henry. This visit would most likely be his last for a long while for he had more important troubles to attend to in France. A strong impression was necessary to ensure he would be confident of the leadership of his new lands. Strongbow also needed him to believe that his marriage to Aoife was solid so he could remain King of Leinster.

Strongbow decided that once King Henry returned to England, he would visit Father Flanagan and request an annulment on the grounds that his marriage had not been consummated. He hated to lie to the priest but it was the only way it would be granted. Father Flanagan wouldn’t question this claim since he knew of the unusual situation from the beginning. They had only that one night together, a night he would certainly never forget, and he hoped Aoife wouldn’t forget it either. He often found himself thinking about it. Aoife was captivated that night, nothing pleased him more. Now he would never touch her like that again, and considering how bad he felt now, he didn’t think he would ever enjoy a woman as much ever again. He could never love anyone as much as he loved Aoife. His thoughts were interrupted by King Henry’s advisors announcing that he would be speaking momentarily. Strongbow snapped out of his obvious daze and walked to Aoife, it was only fitting that he stand with her as the king spoke.

As everyone gathered around, King Henry settled himself in front of everyone and began. 

“To my newest subjects, I bid you thanks for my most gracious welcome to this beautiful land of Ireland. Now that I have made the journey here to witness for myself that there is order and competent leadership, I will feel confident leaving as the newly named Lord of Ireland. This whole mission would not have been possible if it weren’t for one of my most loyal subjects, Lord Richard de Clare of Pembroke, now the new King of Leinster. I have graciously given him this Kingdom in return for the courageous battles he fought in the name of England. Soon most of these lands will be under English rule and you will all be part of our powerful empire.”

 Strongbow felt proud at that moment. He was standing amongst the men of nobility that avoided and rejected him back in England and now he was being honored by the King. He also felt that if King Henry had not insisted that Strongbow turn over the lands he fought so hard to capture, he may have someday become the High King of Ireland. Ultimately he had no choice. The King’s army certainly outnumbered Strongbow’s by thousands. He decided at that moment not to become bitter and resentful, but to only put forth his greatest efforts to be a great king for the people of Leinster, perhaps the greatest.

Moment of Truth (ch.32)

  

Chapter 32 MacMurrough/de Clare/Archid

After spending a little time cleaning baby Lorcan, Aoife and Finn sat in awe as they shared their first few moments with their newborn baby boy. As reluctant as he was, Finn rode out to O’Flattery’s manor, where he grew up, to retrieve some supplies they would need for the baby and for the cottage if they were able to remain there. This subject was somewhat skated over for they both were unsure of what was to come. 

Aoife stayed back at the cottage with Lorcan feeding his hungry appetite, and taking advantage of those first few critical hours of bonding. As she stared into his eyes she realized that her life was forever changed. Lorcan would be first in her life and she needed to do what was best for him. He would need Finn just as much as Aoife would, but she didn’t know exactly how she would manage it. Strongbow was good to her, but she didn’t love him like she loved Finn. It was an eternal love, and she would love him until her dying day. She was also aware that it was Strongbow’s decision, as well as the church, whether a divorce was possible. She thought of the possibility of an annulment, but it would be almost impossible to attain considering what had happened the previous night. She could ask him to disregard that night, and ultimately it would be his choice whether to let her go to be with Finn. The kingdom was his now and her father was gone so nothing was standing in his way, she thought optimistically. 

As Finn loaded the cart with linens, food, some clothes for Aoife he had borrowed from Coblaith O’Flattery, his adopted sister, and a comfortable feather bed for Aoife, he wore his smile from ear to ear. He worked quickly so he could return to the cottage before dark. A servant had found a cradle and baby provisions as well, and Finn really believed he was dreaming. He was hoping he could see Lord O’Flattery, whom he hadn’t seen since his initial imprisonment, but he was involved in keeping his lands safe from the troubles going on with  between the new residential Normans and the chieftains.  

As Aoife waited for Finn to return, she noticed a drop in the temperature. As she stoked the fireplace she heard the sounds of an approaching horse outside and was relieved that Finn had returned. She finished what she was doing and held Lorcan, anxiously waiting for Finn to come through the door. Much to her surprise, in through the stone doorway came Strongbow and his brother William, brandishing a dagger and a sword. Both parties were taken aback to see each other, but Aoife was more frightened than surprised. Strongbow had anticipated finding Finn here, especially when he saw the horse tied up outside. His shock was noticeable and Aoife figured out immediately what they were there to do. 

“Richard, what are you doing with those weapons?” Aoife asked as she held Lorcan tightly, forgetting for a moment that the babe in her arms would come as a shock to him. 

“What happened Aoife? You had the baby? Today? All alone?” He asked in disbelief, trying to come near her to offer his comfort and to take a peek of the infant. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

 His confusion was apparent and Aoife knew she would have to explain the circumstances of the birth. At that moment she realized she wasn’t wearing anything more than her underclothes, and William was standing in the room. She motioned to Richard, making her embarrassment known. 

“William, please leave us for a few moments.” He asked as he waved at him, not taking his eyes off Aoife and the baby. “Are you okay? Tell me what happened?” It was obvious that he was more than concerned. He had an astonished look on his face and wondered how she was able to endure such a traumatic experience alone. He tried to hug her and the newborn, but she backed away. 

“I came here early this morning…and that is when it started. Actually I think it started yesterday will all of my back pain.” She replied nonchalantly, trying to avoid mentioning Finn. 

“How did you do this my poor girl? You must have been so frightened.” He said, wishing he would let him hold her, and confused as to why she wouldn’t. As he peered into the tightly wrapped shirt that held baby Lorcan, he smiled and continued. “The baby is okay? Is it a boy or a girl Aoife?” 

“He is very well. I named him Lorcan.” She answered without looking at Strongbow.

 “A boy, how wonderful! Lorcan is a fine name. My I hold him Aoife?” He asked hopefully, trying to heighten her spirits. Just as he finished his sentence, they heard someone approaching the manor. Aoife’s heart sank as she knew this would b the moment of truth. Strongbow looked surprised and as he saw Aoife’s casual face change to a guilty gaze, he became very curious to see who was riding up. He walked to the window, but the sun had gone down, making it impossible to see anything. Deep down he had a gnawing suspicion of who it could be and within seconds his fears would be realized. 

Finn ran in quickly. He had seen the horses outside and became quite anxious. He felt for his dagger, and was disappointed to find it missing from his waist. The first person he saw as he walked into the room was Strongbow, standing there with an angry and astonished look on his face. Finn’s eyes met Aoife’s and he could see that she was okay, with only an apprehensive look peering his way.

 “What is he doing here?” Strongbow asked Aoife with an irate tone. He wanted to lunge at him that very moment and end this problem, but Aoife was in a precarious state. He instead looked to her for an explanation. “Well he was here when I arrived this morning. I had no idea that anyone was here, but I am very thankful because without him I would not have been able to deliver the baby.” She answered quickly. 

“He helped you?” Strongbow replied loudly in worried manner. He knew this was not a hopeful scenario for him. “Okay…so now that I am here, we leave and go back to the castle right?” He asked sternly as he grabbed her arm. 

“Aoife isn’t going anywhere and neither is our baby.” He shouted with confidence and finality. He only wished he had a weapon. 

“Richard we need to talk about this.” Aoife said desperately as she tried to get his attention. “What is there to talk about?” He asked not taking his eyes off Finn. The tension between the two men was terrifying. “You are my wife and you will go home with me right?” 

“Richard, you have the kingdom now, what do you need me for? My father isn’t here to take it away. Please….let me stay here with Finn and the baby. You know it is all I have ever wanted.” She pleaded with tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that this was actually taking place after the unbelievable day she had had. She began to feel lightheaded and sat down on the bench.

 “You know I can’t do that Aoife, it is more complicated now. We are married in the eyes of God. The church wouldn’t allow a divorce.” He answered turning to her, trying not to show his heartbreak at her piercing words. “You said you would try and make a life with me.” 

“I said that when I thought I would never see Finn again. He is here now. We have our baby. Please let me go Richard.” She begged with a slightly raised voice. Strongbow looked at her and then glanced at Finn, feeling himself backed into a corner. He knew he couldn’t just let her go, especially with King Henry of England coming. He also couldn’t bear for her to hate him. He didn’t know how to handle the situation. 

“What about last night Aoife? The church won’t allow an annulment now.“ He said this looking straight at Finn. He knew he this would hurt him and he wanted him to feel some pain. It wouldn’t compare to what Strongbow was feeling, but he wanted to knock him off of his victory stool. 

“What is he talking about Aoife?” Finn asked curiously. He may have had an idea, but it wouldn’t deter him in the least. He was just grateful that she still loved him. What had happened while he was gone was history as far as he was concerned. 

“I was overcome with grief Finn and we did something we shouldn’t have.” She answered glaring at Strongbow while exhibiting a guilty demeanor. “It was the only time. The first and last time Finn.” She tried to walk past Strongbow to get to where Finn was standing, but he grabbed her arm rather roughly. 

“Don’t touch her!” Finn yelled, as he looked around desperately trying to locate the dagger that may save his life. “She should be lying down after what she went though today!”

 “She is my wife! No concern of yours!” Strongbow screamed crustily. 

“She doesn’t want you. Be man enough to let her go!” Finn yelled back as he suddenly felt someone behind him restraining his arm and placing a sword to his neck. Finn tried to free himself but he had been taken by surprise. William had come from the other room when he heard the scuffle taking place. He had promised his brother that they would take care of the problem that day, so he was bound to keep his word.

 “No William! Take your hands off him!” Aoife screamed as she tried to run to Finn. Strongbow grabbed her and tried to talk sense into her. “Aoife, this all needs to end. We are a family and you are the queen. We are both rulers of Leinster, without you I cannot rule. King Henry will take the kingdom and give it to someone who will not care like we do. Your father would not want just any Earl from England to oversee his land. You need to think about this.” Strongbow pleaded as he held her shoulders tightly, trying to block Finn from her view. 

“Let him go! Richard, tell your brother to unhand him.” She screamed, ignoring Strongbow’s plea. She only thought of Finn but Strongbow’s words did strike a soft spot within her.

 “I cannot let you leave Aoife. Not only because I love you, but because I will not let King Henry take this land from us. Everything will change here, in a matter of months all of Ireland will belong to him, don’t you understand?” He said quietly yet sternly. “No I don’t. All I know is that since you came here everything has changed. You brought these people here and now our country is suffering, just as I have suffered.” She answered as she began to cry. 

“William, take him outside and wait for me.” He said calmly. After they had gone he continued. “Please don’t say that you have suffered Aoife. I have showed you love and respect with nothing in return. Please, you know that I cannot let you leave and I don’t want you to hate me. Stay with me at least until King Henry arrives, and then we will decide what to do.” He asked kindly, unsure of what that may be. 

“What will happen to Finn? You and your brother will come back and do something to him, like you were going to do today. I cannot trust you now.” She said as she cried, knowing that she may have to agree to this situation for a little while, either that or be excommunicated and have to leave her family behind under English rule at that. 

‘No harm will come to him. You have my word. Do you wish to talk with him?” He answered trying not to show his delight. After a few minutes to ponder her limited options she agreed to do what she needed to do for the good of the kingdom and her family.

 “I suppose I do. Do you promise that once King Henry leaves we will seek an annulment?” She asked sternly, sitting down to rest after the eventful day she had had. “I said we will discuss what options we have.” He said impatiently. 

“Then the answer is no, I will not go with you. I am not open to discuss anything. I will stay so you can keep the kingdom, but then I will return to Finn.” She announced firmly, hoping he would agree out of fear. 

Strongbow knew this was the beginning of the end. Now that Finn was back, he would no longer have a chance at happiness with her. He could postpone it for a little while but ultimately he knew she would only stay for as long as she had to. He felt hopeless and reluctantly agreed to her stipulations. He wasn’t sure how he would get through the next few weeks knowing that he had failed to make her love him. He didn’t even know how he would get through it. A quick thought entered his mind about perhaps leaving Ireland, he didn’t think it was possible to continue to make this his home without her. At that moment the only feelings he could muster was despair.

The Birth (ch 31)

Chapter 31 MacMurrough/de Clare/Archid

As Aoife’s contractions became closer and more rapid, the pain increased immensely. Finn tried to keep her comfortable, but nothing he did seemed to make much of a difference. Aoife was overcome and in constant agony, she never imagined the pain could be so intense. She was becoming anxious for she didn’t know how long she could withstand it and couldn’t figure a way to alleviate it even slightly.

Finn had made a fire, but Aoife was not cold. She felt that the airless room was getting smaller and the heat she felt tightened her lungs. She dripped with sweat even as he tried to keep her cool with a cloth he kept moist by running to the well every few minutes. This confused him even more since she was actively shivering and sweating simultaneously. 

He kept wishing that someone would come by so he could ask for help. He was worried beyond reason at the thought of delivering their child for he didn’t know what to expect. He would have to rely on Aoife to direct him, but seeing as though she was almost incoherent at this point, he wasn’t sure if that was feasible. He would have to depend on his instincts and rely on God seeing him through this. Not only was the baby’s life in his hands, but Aoife’s as well. This thought terrified him enough for a slight tremble to take place throughout his body. 

He knew enough to get a pail of water and warm it by the fireplace. This would be used to clean the baby for he was certain this ordeal would be quite messy, as he had been told in the past. He also placed his coat and over shirt on the floor next to her to place the babe in to keep him warm. His dagger was revealed to cut the cord, this suggestion was given by Aoife earlier when she was lucid enough to speak calmly. 

When Aoife started to experience intense pressure, she decided instinctively that she needed to push the baby out right then. She indicated this to Finn who was sitting beside her still trying to cool her down.  “Now Aoife? How do you know?” He asked nervously, unable to grasp the idea that what she was experiencing would soon produce a human being. “I feel it Finn. Just hold me.” She said, panting in exhaustion trying to remain patient with him.  Finn sat behind her and held her up in his arms. He could feel her determination and intensity as she pushed and bellowed a deep sounding growl. She used every muscle she had in hopes of making progress to end the ordeal. “Go check and tell me what you see.” She asked him, out of breath and ever so thankful for a quick rest. “Check? What am I looking for Aoife?” He asked frantically.  “Nevermind. Hold me again Finn!” She replied with another round of pushing. While releasing a loud agonizing growl, she could feel the burning her sister told her about. She knew she was close. This time as she fell back to rest, Finn didn’t ask questions. He quickly went to look for anything he could see to inform her of, feeling slightly embarrassed as he peered in an area he wasn’t too familiar with. What he saw made him gasp. “I think I see the head! What you are doing is really working Aoife!” He said enthusiastically, hurrying to get back to her.

After a few more excruciating minutes of pushing, Aoife could no longer speak. She waved her hand for him to stay where he was while he checked her progress. Finn could see her face as she vehemently pushed with every bit of might she had. He saw her neck veins pulsing and the blood vessels breaking in her face, which carried a determined grimace. The baby’s head was protruding slightly, so Finn used his hands to protect it from the ground just in case it should project forcefully. Finn could barely control his emotions. Tears streamed and a fixed nervous smile was a permanent feature for the next few minutes. 

With the last contraction, Aoife pushed intensely and bellowed out a final scream, while the baby slipped out into Finn’s shaking hands. With this release she laid back in exhaustion, allowing Finn to take over the next phase. Luckily for him the baby choked out some liquids and began to cry, thus turning the newborn from a bluish color to a healthy pink which spread through him in a wave.

 

Finn was terrified and ecstatic simultaneously, with enough tears to almost blur his vision. He laid the babe in his shirt and proceeded to cut the umbilical cord, which was tougher than he thought it would be. After wrapping the baby to keep him warm, Finn checked on Aoife who was actively delivering more fluids and matter. As she raised herself up on her elbows slightly she resignedly began to speak to Finn. She knew the baby was healthy for she heard the loud cries of protest coming from the once warm and comfortable infant in the womb, now being thrust into a cold world of bright lights and deafening sounds. 

“Is it a girl or a boy Finn?” She asked quietly as she caught her breath. As she sat up higher, Finn brought the baby to her and replied joyfully. “It’s a boy Aoife! We have a son.” With tears of elation he leaned to Aoife and kissed her still damp forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Tired.” She answered as she leaned toward the crying infant, kissing his little hand which was covered in a white, pasty substance. “Lay back and rest. I’ll clean him up.” He said smiling a deep grin. “What about his name Aoife? What shall we call him?”

“I have already picked a name if you so agree. I like the name Lorcan, it means little warrior, just like you Finn.” She answered with tears of her own, pearing into his eyes grateful to God that he was there with her again. “I love it Aoife, little Lorcan he shall be.” Finn replied proudly looking down at his firstborn son. 

 At that moment a wave of reality shot through her. “Finn, what will Richard say? I am worried about what he will do when he finds out about you being here and the baby.” Aoife admitted with apprehension. She knew Richard would go to pieces and wasn’t sure how far his anger would take him.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just rest and we’ll deal with all of that later.” He answered, not allowing his own true concern to show.    

 

 

Strongbow’s Dilemma (ch 30)

 

                             Chapter 30 MacMurrough/de Clare

Strongbow was awakened by a loud banging on the door. He sat up in a daze and noticed that Aoife was gone. His mind wasn’t too clear yet, but his thoughts immediately remembered what had taken place the night before. His reflection was interrupted by a servant bursting into the door, begging to be forgiven for his unsought entrance.

“I am so sorry your Highness. I have an urgent message and you weren’t responding. I knew you would want this immediately.” He said quickly as he bowed his head. He wasn’t used to being so formal as it had only been a few days since Strongbow had become ruler. Actually, the servant didn’t really feel quite comfortable calling this Norman soldier “King”, he felt it was unjust that this man from another country was taking control of their land.

“Where is my wife?” Strongbow asked harshly, completely disregarding the message the servant was holding in his hands. “She has been gone for a few hours. She didn’t want to disturb you. Do you want the message your highness? It is marked urgent.” The servant replied nonchalantly. 

“Where did she go? She is in no condition to be going anywhere alone!” He yelled nervously. He was referencing her pregnant state but was actually thinking of the situation of Finn being loose somewhere in the kingdom.

“She made her orders clear. We had no choice but to let her go.” The servant said indifferently, handing Strongbow the handwritten message. 

“What is this?” He asked angrily as he opened it the letter. As he read it quickly, his face turned a pale shade of white. The message was from King Henry II of
England:

To Lord Richard de Clare of Pembroke. 

I am hereby giving you notice of my imminent journey to
Ireland. I shall expect you, being a subject of the English royal crown, to release all lands and conquests to me your sovereign King. I am allowing you to remain in the line of succession for the
Kingdom of Leinster, provided you are next in line due to your marriage to King MacMurrough’s daughter, the Princess of Leinster.  I will be accompanied by five hundred horseman and many men at arms. Inform the kings and clansmen of my impending arrival. 

Strongbow was still for a moment. He pondered the words he had just read and realized that all of what he fought for would be turned over to the man who had denied him of his lands and his earldom in England. He had always known this to be probable, but the actuality of it caused great resentment. 

“Have my horse ready in fifteen minutes. Leave me and send for my brother.” Strongbow demanded. He dressed quickly and began to pace. He didn’t quite know what to do next. Should he try to find Aoife or should he find Finn, kill him and get it over with? The stakes were high now. King Henry was on his way to claim Ireland and the only way Strongbow could retain his Kingdom depended on Aoife remaining his wife. He would have everything he fought for stripped of him if Finn were to take her away. There was no doubting what he had to do, he needed to kill Finn. 

“Brother, how are you this fine morning?” William asked happily as he slid into the room. He noticed Strongbow’s anxiety immediately. “What has happened?”   

 “Read this.” He said as he handed him the letter. As William read it, he tried to remain optimistic. “Well, it could be worse. He is allowing you to continue to rule Leinster.” 

“Only if Aoife remains my wife! I saw Finn Archid yesterday. He has been released and he is here somewhere.” He explained frantically, losing his breath.

“Where is Aoife?” William asked with concern. “I don’t know. We finally had an astounding night together, I thought it would bring us closer, but when I woke up she was gone.” He explained as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. 

 “Well, she cannot leave you if that is what you are worried about. She is bound to you by marriage.” He answered trying to reassure him. “I need to get rid of that Finn person.” Strongbow replied with gritted teeth.  

“Now you are talking like a king.” William said with a chuckle. He was happy to see his brother talking like his old self. “How can you laugh? My wife is gone, the man she loves is here somewhere, and King Henry is coming to take all that I have fought for.” He yelled angrily.

“Calm down Richard. We will find this man and take care of things. I will fetch my horse and we will go immediately. Any idea where he may be?” William asked curiously. He had never seen his brother so out of sorts, in fact he hadn’t been himself at all since their arrival in Ireland. He would do anything it took to see him confident and content again. 

“I think I may know, he could either be at Lord O’Flattery’s manor or the cottage he was given to live in with Aoife upon their marriage.” He answered with a grimace, realizing that just saying those words made him feel ill. 

“I will meet you at the stables and we shall find this man before Aoife does.” William replied as he patted his brother’s shoulder for support. 

As they rode through the countryside, all of which belonged to him now, he felt prideful. He would do what he needed to do to keep his kingdom. He promised himself that he would be a good king and defend it with his life, just as Dermot did.