Recap- de Clare/O’Flattery/Donnely/Flahey/Evan

On the west coast of Ireland in the year 1157 there stood a revamped monastery called Muckross Abbey which would school and house a special group of young men and women, most of whom were born in or relocated to the Kingdom of Leinster. This kingdom had seen much change, strife and conflict in the previous years. The royal family and the people of Leinster had experienced a long war between feuding tribes which resulted in their king, Dermott MacMurrough, being exiled to England. Upon returning to Ireland to win his kingdom back, he brought with him a Norman Lord, Richard “Strongbow” deClare, to help him. Strongbow in return would marry his daughter, Princess Aoife, and become ruler of Leinster when the King passed away from a weak heart. This string of events brought on what is known as the Norman invasion of the 12^th century.

                                                            (Gilbert de Clare)

While fighting to keep his kingdom and his wife, Strongbow brought the son he never knew from England to become his heir. This boy’s name was Gilbert deClare. Gilbert was brought up on a farm with his mother and lived the life of a peasant despite his birthright nobility.  Not wanting to leave the Kingdom of Leinster without an heir when the king suffered a near fatal stab wound, Gilbert was summoned to Ireland. It was then that they began a real father son relationship. Being brought to a strange country and becoming a prince was something he never expected and never thought he could ever want. The desire to make his new father proud forced Gilbert to make the best of the situation.

After a short while he found himself at Muckross Abbey. The English Normans, who now occupied Ireland and most of the kingdoms, financed a new concept of encouraging higher learning to its affluent young citizens to create more knowledgeable citizens, so that their new country would flourish.

There were 8 young adults, 6 from Leinster and 2 from the northern kingdom of Connaught. Gilbert de Clare was the only royal heir so he was given his own private chamber, much to the dismay of a few of the other young men. If that wasn’t difficult enough, he also found that his newly betrothed, Coblaith O’Flattery, was attending the abbey and living in the same residence as he. Gilbert felt an anxiousness he had never felt before.

(Edward de Clare staring at his cousin Gilbert, the new prince of Leinster)

Edward de Clare was Gilbert’s cousin and nephew to Strongbow. He was brought up noble, and had taken an instant dislike to Gilbert who felt he was only of peasant blood, and would never be of royal or even noble worth. Upon finding out that Gilbert was betrothed to Coblaith O’Flattery after the informal promise of her hand to Edward, the animosity towards his new royal cousin grew.

(Almaith Donnely and Patrick Flahey)

There were only two of the group that were neither noble nor royal. Almaith Donnely was the daughter of Michan Donnely who was a well known and well liked laborer in Leinster. Her mother died giving birth to Almaith, so Michan was left to raise his daughter alone. A prominent merchant had taken an interest in Michan and arranged for Almaith to be educated at the Abbey. After being longtime friends with Patrick Flahey, they were betrothed to each other just before leaving for Muckross.

Patrick Flahey was raised by the Monks, and Father Flanagan in Leinster along with his older brother after they were orphaned at a young age. Father Flanagan felt that Patrick had a gifted mind and would benefit from an education. Patrick was hesitant at first but then delighted to know that he would be experiencing this strange new concept with Almaith.

(Cole and Coblaith O’Flattery) 

Cole O’Flattery was the son of the most powerful Noble in Leinster, and was himself considered to be reckless and carefree. It was also well known that he had his eye on Almaith Donnely  even though she was clearly beneath him in class stature. He and his sister were chosen to attend the Abbey as well due to their noble standing. To her surprise, Coblaith had been promised in marriage to the new prince of Leinster, Gilbert de Clare. This was unsettling to her for she had heard that he was merely a farmer before he came to Ireland. She knew she would have trouble relating to this boy who would one day be her husband and king.

(Thora and Henry, two nobles from Connaught)

The two young people from Connaught were Thora and Henry. She was the daughter of a Norman Noble and he came from a Noble Irish family. They were betrothed despite the fact that neither of them were fond of the other. Henry was an obtuse, beastly sort of guy while Thora was distinguished and proper. The sight of Henry repulsed her. They both would not concede to the notion that they would someday be married, but their marriage would merge two powerful families in Connaught, so the decision was not negotiable.

This will be an interesting time for these young men and women as they embark on this new experience together. They will be merging different backgrounds, culture, and even class status which may be the most problematic of all. Will they all live in harmony under one roof or will it be a turbulent time of which was so prevalent of 12th century Ireland? Let’s find out together shall we?

Upon arriving at the revamped monastery the young adults would call home, the groans and whispers could be heard over the horse’s hooves. Immediate dissatisfaction was displayed over the small size of the accommodations. There were many buildings, Kilarney Hall being the residence of the Leinster young adults, which included two more from the village of Connaught. Henry and Thora were nobles sent by their families to complete the required time at Muckcross Abbey before they would marry and merge the two Noble families of Connaught. Henry was a large guy who was rather obtuse and overconfident. And even though they were betrothed, Thora was completely uninterested in Henry and made it well known.

There were eight young adults and Kilarney Hall had two wings, each with two levels with an eating area adjoining the two sides. When they all gathered at the front of the hall they met Brother Kerry coming out to greet them. He welcomed them, assigned them to their chambers and explained their daily activities.

Cole was sure he would be receiving his own private chamber considering his father owned most of Leinster, but as it turned out the only one to have his own would be Prince Gilbert de Clare since he was the only royal heir in the group. When Gilbert heard this he was not pleased. He would much rather have shared with the other boys, and from the scouring looks on their faces they weren’t at all happy either.

Edward had a look of disgust that added to his bitterness toward Gilbert. He had found out before they left that Gilbert and Coblaith had been betrothed. Coblaith had been the object of his affection ever since he had arrived in Leinster. His father had almost guaranteed him that he would eventually be given her hand as soon as he spoke with Lord O’Flattery, but Gilbert’s coming to Leinster brought the plan to a halt.

While everyone stood outside listening to Brother Kerry, Almaith stood very close to Patrick. She was completely aware that she was not dressed as nice as the other girls. She also noticed out of the corner of her eye Cole O’Flattery standing just a few feet away. She felt her face burn instantly when he realized that she was staring at him and she quickly looked away, feeling his stare the remaining minutes that they were there.

Brother Kerry was explaining the chores that needed to be done daily by everyone to help with the upkeep. He asked for volunteers as he explained the tasks involved in tending the vegetable garden, grape vines and the fruit orchard. Within a second Gilbert and Patrick volunteered.

Coblaith simply rolled her eyes at the thought of her future husband, heir to the throne of Leinster, wanting to deal with the dirt and bugs. Gilbert could see the disappointment on her face and was slightly embarrassed. When Brother Kerry asked for a volunteer to help with the cooking, Almaith quickly offered her services. She was a wonderful cook and knew that it would be much better than working in the fields.

After the rest of the chores were handed out, the group went inside to see where they would be living for the next year or so. When they found their chambers a few were certainly disappointed. The large sleeping chambers were cold and sparsely furnished. They each had a feather bed and a small chest to hold their belongings. Edward, Cole, Patrick, and Henry would share one chamber and the three girls, Coblaith, Alamaith and Thora were in the other.

Gilbert’s chamber was large, it had a fireplace and everything he could want or need. He was quite displeased about the arrangement and as he sat alone on his bed he could hear the other boys next door complaining loudly. This was not how he imagined it would be and felt quite lonely, not at all how he thought a prince would ever feel.

Ryanne was at the cottage when Alamith left for the school. She knew Michan would need someone his first evening alone in the cottage. It tore her up to see how badly he was taking her leaving and was glad that she could be the one there for him. Almaith was also thankful that Ryanne was with him. She was anxious to embark on this new experience, but she was worried about her father as well. She knew she was all he had, and ever since her mother had died they clung to one another out of necessity. She was quite worried about his general needs such as eating since it was Almaith who had cooked all those years. She worried about the loneliness of the cottage as well, a feeling she had to get used to whenever her father would be gone for a few days working. The only reason she was even able to leave her father was the notion that Ryanne would be there for him. Almaith knew she would brighten his days and make sure that he was doing okay.

When she had found out that Patrick was going to the school as well it sealed the deal for her. She was apprehensive at first, but knowing that she would have him with her made the uneasy feelings dissipate. Her initial worries were that she would be there alone without anyone she knew because she was certain that the young people she knew from the village would not be getting this opportunity. 

The afternoon following her leaving was hard on Michan. He was so grateful that Ryanne had come over to prepare dinner for them. He didn’t think he could bear sitting at the table alone that very first night.  

“Well I have been thinking about the shop lately, wondering what I should do with it and if I could even handle it by myself.” She paused to think of the next sentence and decided to just be as open as she needed to be. 

“I didn’t think to see it that way. I understand what you are saying and I wish there was another way. I am responsible for the shop, I have put time into it as well. I couldn’t just walk away.” She replied with sadness in her voice. 

 Chapter 43   de Clare/O’Flattery/Donnely 

   Lord Ennis O’Flattery had received the final word from Father Flanagan about the school that had been established on the west coast at an old monastery. It had been financed by the English Normans and they had informed the priests of each village and kingdom to let it be known of its existence. The priests were instructed to persuade all Noble families and wealthy merchants to send not only their older sons but also their older daughters as well. The English were trying to encourage higher learning for everyone in Ireland, for if their new country had an abundance of knowledgeable citizens it was sure to flourish. Starting with the affluent young men and women seemed to be the most sensible place to start. 

When the day had come for Coleman and Coblaith O’Flattery to leave the manor and make the journey to the monastery, they had found out that they would be accompanied by a few of the other young people of Leinster. Coblaith had been hoping that Prince Gilbert de Clare would be joining them, as a meeting had taken place weeks before between Lord O’Flattery and King de Clare about a betrothal agreement between Gilbert and Coblaith. When she was informed by her father of this agreement she was overjoyed. To someday become queen was a dream come true for her. She was somewhat apprehensive when she initially heard that he been brought up in England and had been raised as a farmer his whole life. However, as soon she met him her doubts diminished. She found him to be sweet and very intelligent, and was also very happy with his appearance. Coblaith had always been afraid that she would be obliged to marry someone like her brother, a boy with a large ego with nothing intelligent to say. 

Her brother Cole was a fairly good brother but Coblaith was unsure of what kind of husband he would be one day. She was also skeptical about his abilities to take over for their father someday as Lord of their lands. He was the heir but Coleman was not serious about any aspect of his life. He was never interested in learning how to run the land or the politics of being a nobleman. He knew very little about taxes or legal affairs. His focus on life now was about having fun and making the best of his time living away from the manor amongst the many affluent females.  

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When Gilbert had heard of his betrothal to Coblaith O’Flattery he immediately became nervous. The girl was the daughter of a prominent Lord in Leinster, and he was sure that he wasn’t what she was expecting. This anxiousness revealed itself as soon as Strongbow told him the news. 

“What is the matter? This is joyous news Gilbert. I have met Coblaith and she is quite pretty.” He said with a smile. 

“I know. I’m just not sure if I am a good choice for her. She has lived her whole life in a manor and I know how to farm. What will we talk about?” He asked as he nervously looked away. 

“You know much more than farming, in fact you are much more interesting than I was at your age.” He answered with a snicker.

”Don’t worry the marriage will not take place until you are back from the monastery and done with your learning. You have plenty of time to adjust to the idea. I tried to pick the best for you, and joining her family is a good way to secure a more permanent anchor here in Leinster.” 

“How is mother taking the news of my leaving?” He asked quietly. 

“She was concerned but I explained to her the importance of it and I think she is accepting it. She understands that there are things we need to do for the sake of the kingdom. The Normans are very powerful now, we need to accommodate them or the kingdom could be in danger.” He explained. 

Gilbert then looked at his father and laughed out loud,” You speak as though you aren’t one of them!” After a short pause he continued. ”I thought King John personally allowed you to keep ruling Leinster.” 

“Well I don’t really feel like a Norman anymore, I have come to love this country and even though I have only been here a short time I feel like this is my home.” He answered sincerely. “And yes, he did allow me to rule Leinster after King MacMurrough died, but any one of these land driven nobles can try to take it away. King Henry is occupied with the problems of England, if a Norman baron is in his favor at the moment he may grant our land to him citing that we are being non compliant to the English laws and requests.” 

With a deep breath and a proud stance Gilbert replied, “I will do whatever is necessary even if it means I have to leave for a while. I know how important this kingdom is to you.”  

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Michan Donnely had answered the knock at the door and found it to be Imar Jobes, Michan’s employer who had paid his fines when he was ordered by the manorial court two months ago after Eamon’s death. 

“Hello Michan, how are you and Alamith?” Imar asked as he walked into the house. 

“We are doing well sir. Please sit down. Some tea perhaps?” Michan asked, uncertain why Imar would be visiting. He had settled up his debt to him a while back. 

“No thank you. I am here for just a moment to talk with you about something I feel is important.” 

Hearing this statement worried Michan and the worry was evident on his face. 

“No worries Michan. I have come to offer your daughter a chance to attend a newly established school at a monastery on the west coast.” He explained. 

“I don’t understand? A place to learn away from here?” He asked quite confused of this new concept. 

“Yes, I have heard from Father Flanagan that the English have arranged a place for learning more than just reading and writing. They have brought their own monks and scholars here to instruct the older children here in Ireland. They want our country to be more educated. There are places in other countries that have the same kind of establishments, and I thought it would be an excellent opportunity for Almaith. She is quite intelligent.” 

“Would they allow her to go? I make meager wages.” Michan answered hesitantly, still confused about the idea. 

“That is why I am here. I would like to send her and pay the costs involved. If you agree that is.” He answered seriously. 

“That is awfully generous of you, but I was barely able to work off what I owed you before.” He answered as he shook his head. 

“I am offering it to you as a gift not a loan. I don’t have children, or grandchildren Michan, and I have always taken an interest in you and Almaith, especially after your wife died.  She is a smart young lady, and when I was able to ensure that she learn to read all those years ago it made me very proud. Allow your daughter the gift of knowledge and allow me the joy of making it possible. We can work something out if you feel obliged, but see it as a chance for Almaith to learn about things she never dreamed she would.” Imar explained earnestly, knowing that Michan was a reasonable man who loved his daughter enough to put aside issues of pride. 

“Well, how can I say no? I am quite honored that you think so much of my daughter, and I will be eternally grateful for all that you have done for us.” Michan replied with a lump forming in his throat. “Thank you sir. I will never be able to express my appreciation enough.”   

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Father Flanagan sat down in the garden with Patrick to have a serious discussion with him. Patrick had lived at the Abbey with his brother Gilbert for several years after their parents had died. They had been cared for by Father Flanagan and the monks that resided there, and eventually became the caretakers. Father Flanagan had noticed many years ago that Patrick had the special gift of intellect. He spent many hours with the monks helping them with the unending chore of transcribing, and knew the Latin language better than most of the monks who lived there. When he was informed of the learning establishment being set up by the Normans, he immediately thought of Patrick. 

“Patrick, I wanted to speak to you about an important opportunity.” He started to explain. 

“What is it Father?” Patrick asked enthusiastically. 

“I want you to leave here and move to a place on the west coast. A place where you will be able to learn much more than you know now.” 

“I don’t quite understand Father. You want me to leave the Abbey?” Patrick asked with uncertainty. 

“Well, this is a place to learn. I want you to go there because I feel that you would benefit. You are a smart boy Patrick. This will be a great experience for you.” He said as he tried to clarify the details. 

“Where is this and who else is going? Is Gilbert going?” He asked nervously. 

“The English have established this for noble families and some of the more prosperous merchants, as well as young royals. Gilbert will not be going because unfortunately he is too old.” 

“I am neither noble nor wealthy. Why do I have to go?” Patrick asked almost in a panic. He immediately thought of Almaith and having to leave her behind.  

“You live here with us therefore you are expected to attend. They have asked all of the priests for help to encourage this venture, and you are a part of this Abbey. Instead of joining a monastery you will be increasing your knowledge for the good of the church. Perhaps when you come back you will be ready for something more than just a caretaker.”

 The opportunity to be something other than a laborer sounded appealing to Patrick. He had been trying to figure out a way to support Almaith once they were married and this may be the chance he needed to provide more than he could at that moment. His thoughts turned to whether she would accept his leaving. 

“How long will I be gone?” He asked with apprehension. 

“I am not sure of that yet. I can tell you it will be longer than a year.” 

 “A year! How will Almaith accept that?  Especially since we have been talking about marriage.” 

“Have you spoken to her father about your plans?” Father Flanagan asked warily. They had spoken about it on occasion but wasn’t sure if Patrick had ever followed through. 

“Alamith wanted to wait until after the situation with her father was over and now that it has been a while we haven’t really talked about it.” Patrick explained while a probing thought menaced the back of his mind. It had seemed to Patrick that ever since she had become friendly with Coleman O’Flattery the idea had been put on the back burner. He was hoping it was just his imagination but a gnawing feeling made him aware that there was a chance it could be true. 

“My advice to you would be to explain the situation to Alamith and then meet with her father before you leave. Make your intentions known Patrick and there will be no problem with you leaving, especially if it for the sake of bettering your position here in the village.” He explained with his hand on Patrick’s shoulder, trying to offer the support that his father would have had he still been alive. He took a long nervous breath and replied slowly.

“Okay Father, I will talk with her today.”

Chapter 10 MacNamara/Donnely

 Lord O’Flattery’s steward summoned Michan to meet with him at the manorial court the next morning. The village doctor had reported Eamon’s death to the steward and explained the circumstances of the fight between the two men which resulted in his accidental demise. This suited the steward for he also knew of Michan and his excellent reputation.

The whole situation seemed like a simple case of accidental death until two villagers brought forth a complaint against Michan. Eamon’s mother was not satisfied with the justification of his death and raised a hue and cry upon Michan. She wasn’t seeking any monetary damages, she only wanted him fined for his offense. The second villager was the public house owner, the father of Eilis, and the grandfather of the baby Eamon had fathered with Eilis. He also raised a hue and cry upon Michan for Eamon had made an agreement to support Eilis and his illegitimate child and would no longer be able to do so. Eilis’s father was seeking monetary damages to compensate for this loss since Michan was ultimately the reason Eamon was dead. 

Of course this news frightened Michan for he didn’t have much money, and didn’t own his home or land, Lord O’Flattery owned all of it. He didn’t see how he could pay any sort of fine. 

The manorial court would meet at the manor and the villagers were expected to attend to decide if penalties should be imposed. Ryanne would be called as Michan’s pledge which she was happy to do even though Eamon’s mother would be there, and the humiliation that would go along with the public admission of Eamon’s illegitimate child. The entire village would hear all of the details and she was sure talk of it would go on for a long time. She was only glad that Ciaren was too young to hear of it. 

The day of the meeting most of the villagers made their way to the manor. Lord O’Flattery wasn’t available so his steward handled the affair entirely. Of course Cole O’Flattery was there, always interested in the drama of his father’s villages.

Certain that he wasn’t aware of who she was, Almaith tried to clear up the misunderstanding. “Sir, I am only here to support my father today.” 

“Don’t worry Michan. Just work some extra hours for me, that it all I want. You are a good man, I wouldn’t want something like this to change who you are.” He turned to Ryanne and began to speak. “Ryanne, thank you for being his pledge today. That was very courageous, especially considering the circumstances.” 

“I am only sorry he was brought into my problems.” She replied sadly. 

“Well it was still a good thing. I must leave now, have a good day both of you.” He said as he turned to leave. Michan could only stare at Ryanne in awe. He wanted to hug her but thought that it was neither the time nor the place. 

“You deserved that Michan. I am sure if he hadn’t done that someone else would have.” 

 “I do not deserve such a gracious gift. That was by far the nicest thing anyone has done for me.” He said as he shook his head, looking down at the ground. 

“Well, I know first hand why he helped you.” She said smiling as they turned to walk out the door.

Coming from outside, Patrick almost ran into them as he was looking for Almaith. ”Have you seen your daughter sir?” He asked Michan as he peered through the door, scanning the room. “I believe she is still inside Patrick.” He answered just as the three of them saw Almaith standing with Coleman O’Flattery, laughing shyly as Patrick looked on with concern. 

Chapter 42 MacMurrough/Archid

Aoife and Lorcan left the very next morning well before the morning meal. She couldn’t see herself sitting with everyone again being disregarded. She did not even say goodbye to Strongbow. Her emotions were too fragile and she felt like she had made enough of a fool of herself. The cart was packed and she decided to go alone. She wanted to stop at her and Finn’s cottage before heading to her mother’s manor. She only hoped that he was there; she really needed to see him. 

When she arrived she was delighted to see Finn’s horse grazing outside. A sigh of relief escaped her, and she quickly stopped the horses.

 At the sound of horses, Finn came around to the front of the house to see who was approaching. When he saw that is was Aoife a moment of excitement tore through him. He immediately ran to the cart smiling the entire way. After helping them down he hugged Aoife as tight as he could.

Aoife prolonged the hug and wished she could just stay in his arms, but Finn pulled away curiously looking at her.

 “Aoife, why are you here?” He asked looking at her oddly. 

“I needed to see you. I have left the castle for good, and I am moving to my mother’s manor.” She said seriously, not really wanting to talk about details. 

“Why? What happened? Is Richard…?” He asked cautiously. 

“No. Actually he is much better and doesn’t need me anymore.” She answered hesitantly, trying to conceal the hurt in her voice.  

As they walked slowly towards the cottage Finn realized this was said in a peculiar manner, but he decided that it was just Aoife’s way. She could sometimes be a bit sensitive.

 “I thought you said you needed to see him through this.” Finn asked slowly with uncertainty. 

“I know, but he is much better now. He is up walking already. It was just too…awkward. His son just arrived yesterday morning…” She explained as Finn interrupted. 

“Richard de Clare has a son? When did this happen?” He asked with a laugh, surprised to hear of such a revelation. 

Slightly annoyed that Strongbow was the center of the conversation, she continued quickly. “He was young when it happened, and the mother of the boy is there too. William and I had a terrible disagreement as well, so you can see why it has been uncomfortable there. I really needed to leave and be with you finally.” She said as she began to cry. 

“Aoife, why are you crying? It couldn’t have been that bad.” He said as he hugged her, wondering what was really bothering her. “You are here now, no need to cry further.” 

With a sudden inspiration, Aoife broke free from him and stopped crying. “Finn, we should marry as soon as we can. I don’t want to prolong it anymore.” She said enthusiastically. 

“I thought you and your mother wanted to plan a feast and celebration. Why are you in such a rush?” He asked her, understanding her impatience considerably. He had been anticipating their wedding as well. 

“I don’t want any of that. Just Father Flanagan, us, my family and the O’Flatterys if you wish.” She answered quickly. “We can be married by next week.”

 “Okay Aoife. If that is what you want, only I am sure your mother is not going to be too pleased. She has already begun to arrange it.” 

“She will be fine. She only wants what I want. I am just so tired of waiting Finn. We should have been married almost a year by now. Besides, why should I bother unpacking all of my things at my mothers if I am just going to have to pack them again to move here? And you haven’t been able to spend any time with Lorcan…”

 “You don’t need to convince me. I can’t wait either.” He said with a smile as they walked into the cottage. Aoife then handed Lorcan to Finn. It was true, he hadn’t had much time with his son. He couldn’t wait to spend every minute he could with him.

Finn had been working for weeks trying to make the cottage beautiful for Aoife. He put down rugs, scrubbed the walls, brought in nice furniture, and put up wall hangings. Aoife was in awe of the changes that had been made since she had been there. 

“It is beautiful Finn. Let me put Lorcan in the cradle while we look around.” She said as she hurriedly walked up the stairs to the room they had picked for him even before he was born. When she returned Finn was sitting in the main room waiting for her. She sat down beside him in silence, both reflecting on all that had taken place in that very room. They smiled at each other and Aoife moved closer to Finn. 

“Do you think we will ever be able sit here without thinking of…everything that has happened here?” She said shyly. 

Thinking back to that day, Finn replied with a small grin.“We sure have some memories in this room. Lorcan was born here, I don’t think we will ever forget that.” 

“That is a day I will never forget.” Aoife said with tears brimming.

 One week later with her sister Urlachen, her mother and the O’Flatterys in attendance, Finn and Aoife were finally wed. They had a peaceful wedding at the Abbey. Father Flanagan married them as he smiled throughout the entire ceremony. He knew what they had gone through and was thankful that they could finally be together. “Go in peace my children.” He said as he ended the nuptials, joining their hands together symbolically. 

Finn and Aoife stood in front of him and their loved ones and realized that nothing could ever come between them again. They had made it through the worst and were going to enjoy everyday together.  Aoife was relieved to have Strongbow and the whole ordeal out of her mind. She had been through so much that her mind was confused about how she was supposed to feel. As soon as she distanced herself and focused only on Finn and Lorcan, the cloudiness cleared. She would never again have to feel something she couldn’t, or feel something she shouldn’t. Her whole life would be in the little cottage that awaited them. The life she had always longed to have.

 Chapter 9 Donnely/MacNamara

As Michan stared with an open mouth at Eamon’s body lying on the ground, he began to feel sick to his stomach. He glanced at Ryanne and saw the horrified look on her face. Looks of confusion occupied both of their eyes. 

“Hello Michan” The doctor said sadly as he walked towards him. “I didn’t know you knew Eamon. I’m sorry you walked in on this. Perhaps you should take Ryanne outside. Would you like me to send for your father Ryanne? I have just sent for the priest.” 

The doctor was being very kind and sympathetic, not realizing that a fight had ensued here last night with Michan causing Eamon to hit his head. Michan couldn’t answer the doctor for he couldn’t yet speak. Ryanne managed a few words. 

While outside Ryanne saw Ciaren playing in the grass with Almaith, who had found out what had happened. Ryanne walked to Ciaren and saw Eamon’s likeness in her hair and face. Tears came to her eyes as she thought of Ciaren losing her father at such an early age.  

“I am sorry Ryanne.” Michan whispered as he tried to comfort her. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I don’t know what to do.” 

“It isn’t your fault, you are not to blame.” She said as she wiped the tears from her face. “You aren’t going to do anything Michan, the doctor says it is an accident, which it really was.” 

“I need to tell him what happened. I can’t lie about this, and not saying anything is still lying.” He answered in a loud whisper.

 “Please Michan. You may get into trouble. They don’t know the details and might not believe your version. If what Eamon said is true about what people are saying about us, then this looks very bad.” She whispered firmly pleading with him. 

“How could I live with myself?  You can’t ask me to keep this buried inside. I need to explain the circumstances, whatever happens we’ll deal with it.” He answered firmly, leaving her to find the doctor.

 Out of the corner of her eye she saw a young woman running to the cottage at a frantic pace. When she reached the door she went straight in and ran to Eamon, crying the whole way. Ryanne went towards the door to see who the woman was when she realized that it was the pub owner’s daughter, the girl who gave birth to Eamon’s baby. The girl was in despair and Ryanne felt for her. She obviously loved Eamon. The doctor ran in and tried to pull the girl away from Eamon, all the while looking at Ryanne with a sympathetic expression. “Let’s go Eilis, this isn’t where you should be right now. You are going to upset Eamon’s wife.”“I don’t care! He didn’t love her, he loved me! Look at her, she isn’t even crying!” She yelled pointing at Ryanne standing in the doorway as the doctor led her firmly out of the room. “Wait, she is right. Let her say her goodbyes. She should have her time with him.” Ryanne said quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed. The doctor let her go and they both walked out of the house to give her privacy in her final moments with Eamon.  

Chapter 5/ O’Brien

The tension was soaring high in Donnel’s life. He was not making any headway with the peace negotiations between his kingdom and a Norman Lord who was trying to seize Thomand out from under him. Donnel had been king for only a short while and within that time his kingdom had been chosen by many Norman barons for acquisition with King Henry’s consent. After he named himself Lord of Ireland, there was nothing anyone could do about the King sharing out land to all of his chief vassals. With little hope and withering self confidence, Donnel returned home to see his family. He knew that when he saw them it would cure his despondent frame of mind.

As he rode to the castle he was overcome with grief over the possibility that this land might not be theirs for long. He didn’t know what to tell Urlachen for he knew she would be devastated if their future in Thomand ceased to exist. Donnel wasn’t even sure where they would go.

Urlachen was notified that Donnel’s party was approaching the castle. Her heart fluttered in excitement as she made her way outside to wait for his arrival. She was very anxious to see him for it had been nearly a week since she had seen him last. As she waited patiently she enjoyed the few minutes alone without any of her ladies around. She often felt the need for quiet moments to think, but the opportunity was never there. She had been thinking lately of the conversations she had had with her sister about Aoife’s need to escape the royal life. She didn’t understand it then, but recently she had given some thought to how peaceful Aoife’s life would be once she was married to Finn, living in their little cottage on their land. Urlachen longed for tranquility and didn’t realize back then how much her husband would be away once he was king. Living life as a queen wasn’t what she thought it would be.

She waited a few minutes and finally saw the horses trotting towards the castle. Donnel must have seen her there for he picked up speed and rode ahead of the other men. She walked quickly towards him and when he was close enough he leapt off his horse and ran to her. Their embrace was lengthy and much needed for them both. Donnel was so happy to see her that he momentarily forgot his troubles, and for a brief moment felt joyful again.

“I have missed you.” He said to her as he swung her around. “Where are the children?”

“They don’t know you are home yet. I wanted us to be alone for your homecoming.” She said with a coy look. “It is so hard to be without you for so long. How long can you stay this time?”

Reality came pouring back into his mind as he thought about her question. He needed to tell her what was going on and decided he would tell her this evening after the children were asleep. “I don’t know. All I know is that I have missed you and I want you all to myself for now. Let’s go to the cottage.” He said as he grabbed her hand and led her away from the front of the castle.

The cottage was a small house built specifically for privacy. Donnel had it made long ago so they could have time away from the bustling lifestyle of the castle. It was located out of sight from the soldiers, guards, and groundskeepers. Everyone knew it was there but knew better than to bother it. Urlachen never went there without Donnel. It was their special place to be when they wanted to be completely alone. They were usually too busy with the children and the daily tasks of a royal couple to be there for long, but every now and then they managed to slip away and enjoy each other. They knew the boys would be ecstatic to see their father and wouldn’t give him a moment to himself, so it made sense to head straight for the cottage before anyone knew Donnel was home.

Once inside Donnel made a fire and Urlachen relaxed on their feather bed. It wasn’t furnished greatly, just a bench, a bookshelf, a bed and a bearskin rug placed in front of the fire. Perfect for a romantic moment or two.  

After an hour of much needed seclusion, they emerged back into the real world and went to find the children. Donnel had been tempted to tell her about the problems of the kingdom, but didn’t want to ruin their perfect time together. He would definitely tell her tonight that the kingdom was in immediate risk of being taken over by a Norman baron. She needed to prepare for it so it wouldn’t come as such a shock when it did happen. Donnel knew it was only a matter of time.

After spending all day and evening with Urlachen and the children, Donnel knew he would have to tell her of the situation soon. As Urlachen was laying Slaney down to sleep, he watched how lovely she was even doing something so menial. She was the most graceful woman he had ever seen and he thought to himself that she was definitely born to be a queen. He was so afraid that their impending problem would devastate her.

Chapter 42  de Clare/MacMurrough

Gilbert and Isabel’s first supper in the castle went surprisingly well. When everyone sat down you could feel the tension in the room. Strongbow was able to attend even though his leg was still painfully sore. With the help of a strong guard he was able to move about the castle quite well. After so much activity his leg was throbbing with pain, he simply ignored it and focused on Gilbert and Isabel.

  Aoife, William and Edward were also in attendance, but Strongbow’s attention was directed at Isabel.  He had spent the day with  her and Gilbert, getting to know them and talking about their lives. The last few hours were spent sitting in the garden with Gilbert alone, talking about all he had missed through the years. As he sat at the table gazing at them both he felt extremely joyful.

Isabel hadn’t changed much, aside from more self confidence she still had an incredible wit and had a perpetual positive outlook. This is what attracted her to him when they were young. She was from a very poor family but still had a great sense of self and determination. She never allowed herself to feel inferior to Richard even though his family owned all of the land. He snapped out of his reflection and realized he couldn’t keep from talking to her even though he was probably being rude to everyone else.

Aoife felt him ignoring her and began to feel a strange emotion she couldn’t identify. She had been sitting right next to him for an hour and he hadn’t looked her way more than once. She was used to being the focus of his attention even if it wasn’t always desired, which is why she couldn’t understand why she was feeling this way. Could it be jealousy, she thought. How could she be jealous if she loved Finn and couldn’t wait to be his wife now that the annulment was granted? She even felt herself start to anger as she thought back to all of the hours she had spent at his bedside out of obligation, and hours she could have spent with Finn and their newborn baby Lorcan. All of those long days and nights worrying were not even appreciated enough for even a few moments of his time.

As the evening progressed she began to notice the manor in which Strongbow was looking at Isabel. She recognized the gaze and knew at once that he must be attracted to her. Again, Aoife felt resentful. She knew at that moment that it was time to leave the castle and move in with her mother with baby Lorcan. The last week had been too difficult for her, the intense guilt she had experienced had taken a toll on her fragile state of mind. She was feeling unsure and confused, along with unfounded feelings of jealousy that she couldn’t admit to. She decided she would leave the following morning. She was sure William, Strongbow’s brother, would be happy to see her go especially after the fight that had occurred between them. She even felt that perhaps Strongbow wouldn’t mind either now that he had a new object of affection.

Isabel had noticed that Princess Aoife was out of sorts. She didn’t know her but she could tell something wasn’t right. She continued to enjoy herself and decided to ask Strongbow after supper about the situation. She felt comfortable asking since he had made it a point to create a relaxed environment for her and Gilbert. He had briefly mentioned her in conversation earlier but gave no details and changed the subject. She thought it odd that the Princess would be living in the King’s castle without any blood relation, and she knew she wasn’t involved with William for they barely spoke during the meal. She was very curious and determined to find out. Immediately following dinner, Strongbow was helped into the main hall and was seated on a bench to rest. Aoife appeared suddenly and began to talk of her plans to leave.

“Hello Aoife. How are you?” He asked her from a seated position as she stood over him. “What did you think of Isabel and Gilbert? Aren’t they wonderful? I am so blessed to have my son with me now.”

 “Yes Richard. They both seem very nice. I am happy for you. However, I do need to talk with you.” She said as she quickly changed the subject not wanting to spend any more time talking about Isabel. “About what? Is there a problem?” He asked as he furrowed his brow. “No not a problem. I have just decided that we will be leaving the castle to move in with with my mother.” She explained waiting for his response.

After a moment of thought he replied, “Well, I suppose I knew that would be the next step.” 

Finding herself feeling annoyed that he didn’t disagree or even sound disappointed, she took a second to calmly explain her reasons even though it was apparent that they weren’t needed. “You are better now and you don’t really need me here to help you any longer, so I thought it might be good if I left to give you time with Gilbert.” 

He then recalled all of the time she had spent with him when he was sick and felt that he should thank her. He had been so sidetracked that it slipped his mind. “Aoife, you know how grateful I am to have had you by my side. I can’t thank you enough. You are largely responsible for saving my life.” He said sincerely.

 She felt slightly better now that he was back to displaying a kindly manner towards her. “I hardly think I helped save your life. I think the doctors and God had more to do with it than I.” She said bashfully. “When will you be leaving?” He asked quickly. 

“I am having my belongings packed as we speak. Lorcan and I will be gone by morning.” She said as she looked away. His kindness was short lived and she was feeling hurt by his disinterest, although for the life of her she couldn’t understand why. 

“I suppose you and Finn will be naming a day to be married?” He asked reluctantly, still feeling a bit of a sting from the thought. 

“Oh yes, as soon as we can. It will be small though. I don’t really want to draw much attention to it after everything that has happened.” She explained quickly, not wanting to discuss the details of the past. 

“Well I wish you luck and many blessings. I will miss you Aoife.” He said genuinely, still feeling the ache in his heart for her, although it seemed less painful than before.

  “Thank you Richard. I am sorry for everything that has happened. I was not good to you and I will always feel guilty about that.” She said with tears welling. 

“Lets not talk about it. The less said the better for us both.” He said as she grabbed her hand. “I will always care for you and will be here if you need me.” 

With tears in her eyes she backed away slowly. She then saw Isabel coming into the hall, and rushed past her only nodding politely.  

When Strongbow saw Isabel his face lit up. He was feeling relieved that he wasn’t experiencing the devastation he thought he would feel the day Aoife would leave for good. He had always imagined this day as an end, but now he had so much to look forward to that it felt like a beginning.

Almaith sighed. She knew her father didn’t understand these things. She began to set the plates upon the table and dished the food into bowls for serving. She had tried to make everything especially nice complete with freshly baked bread, some goat cheese she had recently prepared, fresh strawberries and hot tea. She had also made some porridge with special ingredients to make it more appealing. She wanted Ryanne to think that they always ate this well. 

The trip back to the cottage was quiet. Michan could tell Ryanne was worried so he reached over to hold her hand. He loved the feel of her soft fingers. Almaith looked over out of the corner of her eye and noticed her fathers’ affection which took her by surprise. Could they actually have feelings for each other, she asked herself. Maybe my secret isn’t the only secret around here, she thought crossly, unable to understand why her father had not mentioned it to her. She wasn’t a child, she was old enough to understand complex situations like these, she thought.

When they reached the cottage Ryanne insisted that he keep the horse and cart out of sight. She and Ciaren could walk the rest of the way. Michan had no choice but to comply. As she walked backwards away from Michan, only a longing look was between them as she walked further away. He decided to wait around to make sure there was no trouble and walked through the trees so he could hear and see what took place as she entered the door.  

A second before she opened the door one of Eamon’s workers busted through the door in a panic. 

“Mrs. MacNamara, there has been an accident! I came to the shop this morning and I found Mr. MacNamara on the ground. I ran to fetch the doctor. He is in there now. I am so sorry ma’am.” He explained quickly and out of breath. 

“What do you mean an accident? How do you know?” Ryanne asked obviously aware that his accident was hardly an accident. She pushed past the boy and asked him to take Ciaren away from the cottage. As she walked in she could see the doctor out of the corner of her eye, and Eamon who was in the same position she left him in the night before, only this time she noticed a pool of blood under his head and some that had trickled out of his ear.  The doctor stood and walked to her looking apprehensive. 

Chapter 1  O’Flattery

Ennis O’Flattery was one of  two nobleman in Leinster, the other being Timothy De Burgh who had just inherited his land from his late father. Ennis owned the larger share of the lands.

Ennis was a widower. His wife had died a few years back and he was raising his two children who were in their teens. Coleman was 16, and Coblaith was 15.  He was hardly ever at home so the kids were primarily being raised by their nurse and the servants. The kids were quite privileged and educated having been taught by the monks from the abbey.

Coleman, Cole for short, was the heir of O’Flattery manor and all of the lands that surrounded it. He was given the option to train as a knight just like Finn Archid (who had been raised with the O’Flatterys) had as a boy. Cole wasn’t interested as he wasn’t exactly the hard working type. He knew he would someday inherit his father’s land without doing too much to earn it. He had recently been told that he was required by his father to attend a school away from home for an undetermined amount of time. The school was a new establishment set up by the Normans who believed in further education for the more affluent children. Ennis had been indirectly told that his children should attend if they would be interacting in the future with the new residents, the younger noble Norman transplants.

Cole knew he didn’t have a choice. He was intelligent so he knew he would have no trouble with his studies, the only thing he was concerned with was the living arrangements. He wouldn’t live in the comfort he was used to. The school was part of a monastery so he was sure the amenities would be meager as well. The only detail that enticed him was the fact that females would be present also at the school. Cole had been betrothed to a young girl from another kingdom, but with the turmoil of the Norman invasion the family of his betrothed had been exiled from their land. Needless to say the arrangement between the two families had been broken. Ennis had been far too busy to try and arrange a new match. He felt that in time the chaos would calm and important social matters would again be tended to.

Cole had decided that because of his new status he may be allowed to have the fun he had been waiting for. Being away from home and having female companionship was something he would look forward to despite the hardships of the adverse conditions of the monastary.

His sister Coblaith would also be in attendance which he thought might damper his impending carefree lifestyle. However, he had come to the conclusion that anything was better than marrying a girl he had never met before he had a chance to actually experience life outside of the manor. After much consideration he asked himself an important question. He would spend the rest of his life there, why would he be hesitant about leaving for a while?

Chapter 4 O’Brien

After a short time of being the King of Thomand, Donnel was weary.  The mental demands were consuming him as the kingdoms were now under so much threat from the Normans. His emotional state was strained for he missed his family immensely. His baby girl, Slaney, was a mere 3 months old and he had hardly seen her since her birth. He had been told that she resembled him, but he would have to wait until his next trip home to see for himself.

Urlachen was feeling the strain as well. She had gotten used to him being with her constantly, so when Donnel’s father died and Donnel became king, she didn’t realize that it would mean everything would change. She felt alone and disheartened. She knew what he was doing was his duty, especially now when the kingdom was at risk of being conquered. Their storybook life had certainly come to an end.

Urlachen was deeply affected by the death of her father, King Dermott MacMurrough, as well. The whole situation that had ensued before her father’s death concerning her sister Aoife and Strongbow, had taken its toll on the entire family. She was in a constant state of worry over her sister’s turbulent life, and lived too far away to be able to help her on a daily basis. The last word she had received was that Strongbow and Finn had been involved in a quarrel, and that Strongbow had been injured. She was anxiously awaiting news of his condition and awaiting the return of her husband since it had been two weeks since she had last seen him. She had received word that he was negotiating a treaty with a Norman baron who had taken an interest in the kingdom of Thomand.

Donnel was forced to submit to King Henry II when he visited to announce his Lordship over Ireland, and was ordered to pay tribute to him as well as most of the other Irish kings and chieftains. This wasn’t a guaranteed way of retaining the kingdom of Thomand, this only assured King Henry that Donnel acknowledged himself as a tenant in chief for the English king.

Donnel knew that his father would have been so disappointed if he knew what had become of his kingdom in the short time that he had been gone. Some days Donnel felt that perhaps his father would not have allowed this to happen and would have done everything in his power to keep from tendering his submission. Even if it was a battle already lost, he might have went down fighting. Because of this constant self scrutiny, he second-guessed every decision he made and then had regrets. He was certain that he wasn’t born to be a powerful king like his father was.

Chapter 7 MacNamara/Donnely 

It was a long ride to Michan and Almaith’s cottage. By the time they reached their home it was dark. Ryanne had never been there so she didn’t quite know what to expect.

“He’ll find a place. Probably the rug next to the fire, he’s slept there many times.” She replied as she watched Ryanne ringing her hands. She could see that she was obviously still shaken and embarrassed about her husband. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that Ryanne. I am glad that we can help you.”

After she stood for a moment watching Cieran sleep, Ryanne walked over to the fireplace where Michan was standing, staring into the flames. 

“I am glad I can help you. I feel it is partly my fault. Maybe he is right, maybe I should not be coming to your house. I can see why people are saying what they are saying.” He said.

As they sat together quietly enjoying the fire, Ryanne suddenly stood up, preparing to talk to Michan about everything she was feeling. She had been sitting with him trying to think of a way to tell him how she really felt. She wasn’t afraid and she didn’t care if it was wrong. Nothing else would be said, she only wanted to release it. She had pent up her feelings long enough    

“Michan I really need to say something to you.” She turned toward him and saw that he had an anxious look on his face. “For so long now I have been able to spend time with you without allowing myself to express my true feelings.” She explained, looking directly at him, not faltering on any of the words. Michan could only stare back feeling the ache in his heart grow as he realized what she was about to say.“But now I really feel that I must tell you how much you mean to me. I cannot hold it in any longer and I don’t care if it is wrong to say. It is probably wrong to feel, so I might as well say it too.” 

They both sighed and smiled nervously. Michan leaned over to Ryanne and kissed her gently on the cheek. “I am sorry that is all I can give you. I wish you were mine, but you aren’t.”

“Just knowing how you feel is enough for me. I think I can go the rest of my life just knowing.” Ryanne said as a single tear fell down her cheek.

After some time talking, Michan walked Ryanne to Almaith’s bed and helped her into it. She snuggled with Cieran while she looked up at Michan who was leaning over to cover her. “Goodnight Ryanne, sleep well.” He said as he kissed her on the forehead. Ryanne felt like she was on a cloud and fell into a deep sleep. 

Chapter 40 MacMurrough/de Clare

Aoife was in her chamber seething with anger towards William. Her first reaction was to immediately have her belongings packed and taken to her mother’s manor, but she couldn’t leave Strongbow just yet. She felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility towards his recovery, and couldn’t abandon him just as soon as his health improved slightly, even though William suggested it indirectly.

It would be difficult to share the castle with William now, but she knew she could handle anyone, especially a smug nobleman riding the coattails of his brother. Normally she wouldn’t be thinking such things about someone, but she was highly irritated by his pompous attitude, and his disregard for her efforts in helping his brother. It was times like these that she wished she was living carefree with Finn. She knew though that they would have to wait until all was back to normal here before she could make plans for a wedding to Finn. She would have to be patient. 

As she stood by the window to breathe some fresh air she noticed a caravan of guards and horses walking to the castle. She strained to get a better look and noticed amongst the burly soldiers was a young man with red hair, and an attractive woman by his side. She knew at once who it was and felt a sudden sadness come over her as she watched the woman, obviously concerned for her son.  Aoife decided to get herself together and be one of the first to greet them if it was possible.  

By the time she had reached the great hall, William was there talking with Gilbert and his mother. William’s son Edward was there as well, and Aoife thought she saw a resemblance in the two boys who were now cousins. Aoife walked to the group in a confident manner and waited for an introduction from William. 

William’s words were stuck. He knew he had to introduce everyone but couldn’t think of what Aoife’s title should be.

  “Your Highness, this is Gilbert Reese, Richard’s son from England. And this is Gilbert’s mother Isabel Reese.” As he paused to think of what to say next, Aoife shot him a look of ease and decided to introduce herself. 

“Very pleased to meet you both. My father was King MacMurrough, I am Aoife” She said, hoping they would know the situation of her father and Strongbow. This way she still had her title but didn’t need to reveal that she was Strongbow’s former wife. No need to complicate things so quickly. 

“Yes, she is Princess Aoife. King MacMurrough passed away not too long ago. I believe you were informed of the details on the journey here.” William added, thankful that he didn’t have to go into great detail.

“Yes sir, I was told. I am sorry for your loss your highness.” Isabel spoke with her eyes lowered, nodding in respect.

 “Thank you Isabel. How was your journey here?” Aoife asked, trying to be as informal and friendly as she could. 

“It went very well thank you.” Isabel replied unreserved as she could tell through Aoife’s eyes that she was welcomed here, at least by her.

 “And how about you Gilbert? Did you enjoy the voyage?” Aoife asked enthusiastically, knowing that it was most likely their first time on a boat, and it was light conversation considering what else was going on in their lives at the moment. She also noticed that Edward did not look to happy too be there. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a scowl upon his face. 

“I enjoyed much of it your highness, just a bit of seasickness is all.” Gilbert replied shyly, also noticing the cold reception he was getting from the boy standing next to him. 

“Well, we should show them to their chambers. I am sure they are in need of rest. I will personally introduce you to your chamber maids, they can give you all that you need. Then you may rest until supper.” William explained trying hard to be hospitable, but realizing it was because Aoife was standing there hanging on his every word. He tried not to notice that their clothing was in need of changing and their overall appearance would have to be altered to be able to conform to the lifestyle of royalty, but it was hard for him to ignore it. 

“Sir, if I may ask how is King de Clare? No one has mentioned his injury.” Isabel asked curiously, seemingly interested in his well being. Aoife immediately spoke over William. 

“He is doing better. The infection has subsided and he is no longer feverish.” She answered with enthusiasm. “That is wonderful news your highness. If I may ask, when will he want to meet Gilbert?” She directed this question to Aoife, feeling uncomfortable asking such a direct question. 

“That I am unsure of. I can ask him when I see him, or maybe William knows.” She answered in a friendly tone.

 “I don’t know. I will discuss it with the doctors and see when he will be allowed to have visitors, too many people might tire him easily.” William answered, directing this toward Aoife who he was obviously annoyed with. Isabel could sense the tension between the two and decided to ask no further questions.  

When they arrived at their new living quarters, Gilbert’s mouth dropped in amazement. As they walked through the door the first thing that caught his eye was the most comfortable looking bed he had ever seen. He could actually see the some of the feathers. His bed back at home consisted of uncomfortable straw, he couldn’t wait until he was allowed to try it out. He also noticed a shelf of books. He had learned to read a few years earlier, he had not understood until now why he was taught. His mother only said that it had been a gift from someone, he knew now that his father must have arranged it.

 William felt that it was necessary to show them to their chambers himself. He wasn’t too receptive to Aoife’s criticisms, and still thought she was out of place with her remarks, but he did take some of her advice to heart. 

“You both will be provided with new clothing as soon as our tailor measures you. For now your chamber maids will be provide you with the clothes you will wear until then.” William explained. Gilbert looked down at his clothes and wondered why he needed to get new ones. Isabel was excited for she felt subconscious when she was first arrived and slightly embarrassed now that William was pointing it out. 

“Now let’s go to your chamber which I am sure you will be satisfied with. Gilbert you may stay here and prepare for a bath.” William added, still trying to be as kind as he could be.

Gilbert leaned to his mother and kissed her gently on the cheek. “I will be fine mother.”And with that the two gave each other comforting smile and Isabel turned to follow William.  

 Her chamber was equally beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen. Close attention was made to creating a feminine atmosphere as well. She felt extremely grateful. 

“So you are satisfied I presume?” William said with a smile as he noticed the pleased expression that spread upon her face.

“Yes. I am extremely grateful for all that you have given us.” She said humbly.

“No need to be grateful. Gilbert is King de Clare’s son. You are family.” William said to her, not believing the words actually came from his mouth. “I had better leave you to prepare for supper. Your chamber maid is waiting just outside the door to help ready your bath. 

“Thank you sir.” She replied with a smile as he turned to walk out of the room. When Isabel knew she was finally alone, she fell onto the bed with a joyous laugh and thought to herself that maybe life would be changing for the better after all.  

An hour later after Gilbert had been bathed and dressed he sat upon his bed reading one of the many books he had found on the shelf. He was very absorbed in his reading when he heard a sound. As he looked up he saw a figure standing in the door. He knew at once from the look on this man’s face, and the fact that two men had helped him in the door, that it was his father. He was seeing his father for the first time in his life.

“They are cute aren’t they?” She added with a shoulder raised grin.” I don’t think we should say anything just yet.”

 “Why not?” He asked humorously indignant. 

“We wouldn’t want them to feel embarrassed. Imagine if your father had seen you with Cara, and then brought it up at supper in front of you and her both. You would have turned three shades of red.” She answered humorously, loving every moment of being a part of such a heartwarming experience. 

“Thank you Mrs. McNamara. I would love to.” He answered in awe of the amount of food he was being served.

After the blessing had been said, the table was bustling with conversation. They ate, drank and talked incessantly. They were all having a wonderful time, even little Cieren. Ryanne took a moment to observe everyone and felt saddened knowing that this was the way she imagined being married and having children would be.

 Instead, her and Cieren ate together alone night after night, which is why she always looked forward to Michan and Almaith’s visits. This is what family was all about, or should be, she thought to herself as her jaw rested on her chin. She had a look of contentment on her face as she enjoyed the moment, when suddenly the door flew open crazily.   

Eamon staggered through the door and walked over to Ryanne and her guests at the table. He had a crazed look in his eye and it was obvious that he had been drinking. With his finger pointed at Michan, he came very close to him and shouted.

“Eamon, don’t be rude to my guests! You never minded before when I had friends over.” Ryanne shouted, humiliated by the fact that she was married to a drunken fool.

“You don’t talk to me in that manner. This is my house!” He yelled directing his contempt in her direction. “What are you doing with this man? My friends all tell me that you and he are carrying on together in my own home!”

“You will resume your obligation to me to provide me with more children, do you understand? If you refuse then there will be consequences. You will stay in the house all day, and fulfill my every request!” He bellowed at her with an alcoholic slur.

Eamon was livid at these words, he grabbed a vase and violently threw it across the room. With a fierce look on his face, he grabbed Ryanne by the arm and viciously pulled her towards their chamber. Michan had re-entered the house and ran to a screaming Ryanne, trying not to let his own anger take over. Eamon hadn’t noticed him coming up from behind, so Michan took the opportunity to firmly grab Eamon’s shoulder causing him to lose his grasp on Ryanne. As she fell to the floor, Michan pulled Eamon to face him, and used all of his strength to strike a solid blow to the chin of a very drunk Eamon, who flew to the ground out cold.

 “You are not staying here tonight Ryanne, you are coming to my cottage.” He said firmly, as he helped her up from the ground. “You are okay?” 

“Yes, but if Eamon finds out, then what?” She asked as she hugged him gratefully.

When they arrived at Ryanne’s that evening, Almaith introduced Patrick to her, smiling the entire time. Ryanne knew what that smile meant. Michan was oblivious to his daughters’ obvious interest in this young man who he assumed she considered only a childhood friend. Ryanne knew better. As soon as the introductions were over, Almaith asked permission to show Patrick the pond and the grounds. Ryanne found this to be a perfect opportunity to talk with Michan about his daughter. 

“Michan. Do you see what I am seeing?” She asked with a smile as they sat down on the bench near the fireplace. 

“What do you mean?” He asked looking quite puzzled. “Have you noticed how Almaith acts when she is talking about Patrick or when she is with him?” She questioned with an all knowing smile. 

“Who says I have to leave?” He answered, puzzled by her questions. “Where will we live Patrick? Do you expect us to live in the same room as your brother?” She asked impatiently. 

“Michan, come here.” She said quickly as he walked to the window. “I think it is highly unlikely that he is thinking about a life of servitude in the church right now.”

Chapter 38 MacMurough/de Clare 

As Gilbert and his mother Isabel sat and ate their supper, there was a loud knocking on their door. They were both startled and Isabel insisted she be the one to find out who it could be. She hesitantly walked across the cold floor, not knowing what to expect. Everyone they knew either walked in or knocked lightly before walking in. She opened the door slowly trying to peer through the vertical opening and was surprised to see a group of official looking men holding a paper document. 

 “Miss Reese. May we come in?” The messenger asked trying to look non-threatening. “Who are you and what do you want?” She asked defiantly. 

“We were sent from Leinster Ireland by Lord William de Clare of Pembroke.” He answered figuring she would recognize the name and come to realize the situation.

  “What in the world is he doing in Ireland and why does it concern me?” Feeling curious she then invited the men in, observing their disheveled appearance.

“Yes, you may come in, but be sure to wipe your feet.” After the men had entered the small room, she glanced at Gilbert who was looking quite anxious. “What is this about?” 

“Well Miss, we have specific orders to bring your son Gilbert Reese de Clare, and you of course as his guardian, to Leinster Ireland immediately. He is the son of King Richard de Clare, is he not?” The messenger asked as he motioned to the wide eyed boy. “Yes he is. King Richard de Clare you say?” As she squinted her eyes with skepticism. 

“Yes, he is now the King of Leinster, but an injury has rendered him incapacitated. He has personally requested that his natural son be brought there in case of his demise. Your son is his only heir.” He explained.

  “What do you mean? My son may become a king? This makes no sense. I thought Lord de Clare still resided in Pembroke. Now he is a king in Ireland?” Isabel had to sit and absorb all that she had just heard. After a few moments of silence, she reached over and put her hand on top of Gilberts and gave him a reassuring look as he appeared quite apprehensive.  

“Do not worry, I will find out more about this tomorrow.”

 “I am afraid that is impossible miss. We need to leave immediately, the boat leaves tonight and we need to be on it.” He explained firmly. 

“Tonight? What about our home, our land, our work? We cannot just abandon our home and our animals?” She asked excitedly, still unbelieving of what she was hearing. 

“We are taking care of that now. We are arranging for everything to be cared for until you can return to settle your affairs.” He answered. 

“This is all happening too quickly.” She said as she held her throbbing head.

  “Mother, I do not wish to go. I don’t want to leave.” Gilbert added firmly realizing he may have upset the impatient men staring at him. 

“You don’t understand. Your father could already be dead. We need you to get there before anyone claims Leinster. There is a lot of turmoil and disorder going on there now. Anything could be happening why we stand here discussing this. I have been on a boat for two days, I am hungry and tired and you are wasting time.” The messenger said impatiently.

  “I do not know my father. Why does he want me?” Gilbert asked sadly. 

“You are his only heir. No more questions. We need to leave immediately. You may pack your things in a trunk and we’ll be on our way.” He said hastily as he walked out of the room, the other men following closely behind. 

Gilbert and Isabel could only stand there looking shocked and bewildered. This was a life changing moment for the both of them and they weren’t even given ample time to take in all the information enough to realize just how much it would affect them, especially Gilbert. Even though he was a strong willed young man, and displayed a confident demeanor, he was fearful. He never imagined actually meeting his father, and never in his wild dreams did he envision traveling to another country. He couldn’t even fathom the idea that his father was a king or that he could be an heir.

He was a farmer. He had always pictured himself taking over his mother’s farm soon, allowing her to live without the hard laborious work. He had also had his eye on the village blacksmith’s daughter, Sarah. His plan was that he would  marry soon, have children and work the land, the way everyone else lived. This experience would turn his whole world upside down.  He was a simple young man and aside from his love of reading and writing, he didn’t know how he could fit into a world he knew nothing of.

Chapter 4 MacNamara/Donnelly

 Two years had passed since Cieran’s birth. Ryanne had gone into early labor one evening while discovering her husband with another woman. It was decided that her mental state may have been the cause. However, the baby girl was born healthy and Eamon only had to deal with Ryanne’s silent treatment for a few days. He did feel somewhat guilty knowing full well that the shock she experienced caused the early birth. When Cieran was three days old he had had enough of Ryanne’s silent punishment and decided to let it be known that she had no right to reprimand his behaviors, and that she should resolve herself to accept his way of life. This sudden proclamation did not upset Ryanne in the least for she had also decided that she would no longer expect or desire to have a loving relationship with Eamon. At one point she may have been hopeful, but her strong will and idealistic views had made her decision for her. 

Weeks turned into months and Ryanne found that motherhood suited her. She was very content taking care of her daughter and cherished every moment. She had also cut back her hours working in Eamon’s shop to spend more time with Cieran, and also because Eamon refused to fire the young girl she had seen him with that fateful evening. She had always let it be known that what he did when he was outside the home was his business, but she wouldn’t tolerate his philandering right under her nose, which was a common occurrence in the shop.

Her life wasn’t all disappointment and bitterness for she had become very friendly with Michan Donnelly, the stranger she had noticed staring at her from across the pond years ago. There had always been something comforting about him whenever their paths had crossed, she felt a sense of calmness exuding from his being. Her life took a turn for the better the day they finally spoke for the first time.

“Thank you miss.” He said as he took the cup from her hand. This was the first time he had seen her up close so he took in all of her features and was enamored by her long, flowing red hair.

 “You’re welcome Mr. Donnelly. I noticed how warm you looked and thought this might help.” Ryanne answered, unable to break her stare. Their eyes were meeting for the first time and they both felt a mutual attraction. 

Not wanting her to leave, he proposed that she stay with him. “Sit with me for a while, the fish can wait.” He helped her to the ground and noticed that her hands were the softest he had ever felt before. This of course was due to the fact that she was a merchant and had never known hard work.

“My, you certainly have been married for a quite a while then. You don’t look like the father of a fifteen year old.” She replied looking suprised.

 “I haven’t given much thought to her marrying.” He answered sheepishly. “I suppose the time is getting close.”

 “Well at least she isn’t betrothed to someone horrible, that is how I came to be here.” She replied as she realized that she may have revealed a little too much about her personal life. 

“I know, I have heard about your situation. You may be surprised to know that most marriages are similar to yours.”

Eamon was never home at night and Ryanne had heard that he was spending much of his time at the home he provided for the mistress who had birthed his child. This didn’t trouble Ryanne in the slightest. She had found her soul mate, and if it were meant to be that they would remain only friends, then she would be happy with at least that.

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.

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.

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.

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.