Siege and Exile (ch 11)
Chapter 11/ MacMurrough
During these turbulent times of the 12th century, County Clare was a land of rolling hills and hastily built walls, placed for division and protection. The walls didn’t protect but they did divide. They divided the kingdoms and Noble lands causing much misery and violence, especially fthe last few months for King Dermott MacMurrough of Leinster. His castle faced three armies and was under brutal siege for three long months. Much to Dermott’s surprise, King O’Rourke had attacked with a vengeance. Dermott’s men fought back diligently and kept them at bay for as long as they could. Dermott’s allies, King O’Brien of Thomand and King O’Lachlan’s men survived for three weeks, but then regretfully retreated. They had taken too many casualties and had no choice.
For three months nothing went into the castle and nothing came out, and the provisions for the inhabitants were as low as their morale. One such inhabitant was Princess Aoife. She had not spoken to her father for weeks and only a handful of times since Urlachen’s wedding. She was appalled by the conditions on which they were forced to live because of her father’s selfish actions. Queen O’Rourke still remained in the castle and was at her father’s side most days. Aoife was almost at the point of desperation. She had not talked with Finn for so long, so aside from seeing her mother, servants, and the occasional message from her sister Urlachen who was now in Thomand, her days were spent sad and alone.
Queen Mor and baby Claire were kept in close quarters for much of the time and had developed a strong bond, the kind of closeness one feels while in a perilous situation, forced to survive rather than live. Claire had grown into a beautiful, precocious toddler. She had a unique personality filled with humor, despite the environment in which she had lived for those first months. Queen Mor had never found out much about Claire’s birth parents, only that she had been baptized shortly after birth. No documentation had been found though.
Claire was a beautiful girl. Her hair was a golden blonde, much like Aoife and Urlachens, and her eyes as blue as the sky. She learned quickly too, Mor had taught her to walk and she was learning words very early. Her bright future would start as soon as the siege ended.
King Dermott had to make a decision. His advisors put pressure on him to ask for a truce with some compromises. King O’Rourke refused and a message from the High King O’Conner arrived demanding Dermott’s immediate exile from Leinster, County Clare, and all of Ireland. Dermott came to realize he had no choice. His people would soon starve and his army would be obliterated. The specific demands of the truce included his exile, and the return of Queen O’Rourke. The high King stipulated that King Dermott’s family may stay in the kingdom if they so choose. The chieftains were all in agreement that the removal of Dermott was the main goal.
The decision to leave was heartbreaking for him. This was his land and his ancestors before him. By birthright he was supposed to rule Leinster until his death. After much thought, he decided he would not leave his people forever and betray his duties. If Dermott was forced to go, he would most certainly return. He would also be taking Norah with him as she had already agreed. During these moments of reflection, he also wondered how his judgment could have been so off when this all began. His decisions were all in haste and he ignored everyone’s warnings. He came to the conclusion that his only thoughts then were of Norah O’Rourke and his judgment must have been clouded.
When all of the arrangements had been made, the truce was announced and the armies retreated. It was determined that King Dermott would leave for England by boat in three days. King Henry II would be notified and special accommodations would be made for the ousted King Dermott.
Queen Mor and Princess Aoife would remain at the castle for the time being until Dermott sent for them, or so was the official plan. The Chieftains had no idea that Queen O’Rourke would be his companion and that Dermott was planning a different outcome.
So came the day for Dermott to leave his kingdom and his country. There was a brief ceremony in the center court of the palace. When O’Rourke’s soldiers came to escort Dermott to the boat he said his goodbyes to his wife, Queen Mor and his daughter Aoife. The The farewell was bittersweet and somewhat cold. Few words were spoken.
They then led him away to the boat set sail for England that evening. It had been secretly arranged that Norah would be brought to the boat just before they set sail. King O’Rourke would be furious but it was Norah’s decision. She would send a letter explaining her actions at a later date.
As they set sail toward the east, the Irish Sea was calm and dusk was approaching. Dermott stood on deck for a last look at his kingdom and homeland. The sun was setting over the hills and a soft haze of smoke lingered in the air above the villages. The sun shone through the smoke creating an orange glow above the greenery, and Dermott realized how much he would miss the land of his birth. But like the sea, he was calm and confident knowing he would soon return.
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Prince Donnel and Princess O’Brien of Thomand
Princess Urlachen Macmurrough-O’Brien. She had the misfortune of being the daughter of King Dermott MacMurrough of
Leinster. She was finally married to her longtime love Prince Donnel of Thomand, on a spring day in May. Amongst the beauty and declarations of love there was chaos coming in the days ahead. War was imminent between her father’s kingdom and three other clans. The high king of Ireland had ordered the exile of King Dermott which would be executed by King O’Rourke. In return Dermott kidnapped his wife (she went willingly for they had been lovers for many years) and refused her return. The siege on the MacMurrough castle began three days after the wedding. Urlachen would have no contact with her family who still remained in the castle, this was deeply troubling for her.
The first night in the castle as man and wife was truly the night they had waited years for, but unfortunately it was bittersweet. Urlachen wished she could fully embrace the happiness she felt, but she was terribly afraid for her family who even though they were only five miles away, to Urlachen they seemed completely out of reach.
When it was time for the newly married royals to retire to their chamber that first night, Urlachen realized how nervous she actually was. The big four poster bed looked somewhat intimidating. She looked at Donnel to find some signs of uneasiness in his face but only found the big smile he usually wore. She had spoken to her mother and some other ladies of the castle with whom she was close about what to expect on this special night. She hoped it would be magical but she knew better, she only hoped her new husband would be pleased.
“Are you okay my dear wife?” Donnel asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Oh yes. I am just anxious and a little nervous.” She confessed into his big green eyes.
“I am a little nervous also, but you shouldn’t be. I am now your husband and I will take care of you now and for our entire lifetime.” He whispered as he lifted her and carried her to their bed.
The next morning they awoke at the same time and stared into each others smiling eyes. Neither wanted to rise for the day, so they stayed together for hours until the late afternoon.
When hunger called them they dressed and emerged from their chamber. A feast of warm bread, cheese, and cider awaited them and as they ate their fill their eyes were still fixed on one another. But still in the pit of Urlachen stomach was a gnawing ache of concern for her family. She didn’t want to feel it, she wanted to just cherish each new moment with Donnal, but it was there every time her thoughts turned from joy to worry. Donnel knew that his new wife was troubled and tried very hard to keep her mind off of the coming trouble.
After 2 months of wedded bliss as well as constant worry for her family, Urlachen realized that she may be with child. It had occurred to her one day while strolling through the garden. She couldn’t wait to tell Donnel. She sent for him by way of messenger and he arrived soon thereafter to a smiling and excited Urlachen. When she relayed her news, Donnel was ecstatic. He grabbed her and swung her around, then realizing her delicate state apologized and was immediately concerned for her health. Childbirth was dangerous in those days, he couldn’t bear to think of anything going wrong.
“How do you feel? Are you sure? Should we call the doctor to make sure?” Donnel asked all at once losing his breath. He clutched her arm as he tried to help her along back to the castle.
“I am fine Donnel, I only realized it an hour ago.” She said laughing.” Yes I do think we should notify the doctor, and your family needs to know soon as well. They will be most excited.” Urlachen said, overjoyed at the thought of producing an heir for Donnel.
“I will ride over to see them later today after the doctor has seen you. I am so happy Urlachen, you have done well.” Donnel said as he kissed her lightly on her hand.
Shortly after it was confirmed by the doctor of Urlachen’s condition, news of the battle in
Leinster had reached her. Every evening Urlachen would wait by the window in hopes of getting a return message from her family, still blocked inside the castle of her childhood. Urlachen had sent messages to the castle but was never sure if they had reached her Mother since no reply was ever returned. One evening a knight rode up to the castle grounds within sight of Urlachen. She immediately became hopeful that it was a message from her mother and sister. As the knight walked closer and removed his helmet she realized it was Finn Archid. Her sister Aoife’s Finn! Urlachen was thrilled. She called for Donnel and then proceeded to open the door to receive him. When Finn walked in she immediately hugged him for it had been so long since she had seen anyone from her old life. It was a bit of an awkward hug but Finn understood the reason for it.
“Finn Archid! I am so happy to see you. How are my mother and sister? What is the news from home? Is the battle over?” Urlachen asked quickly, she had so many questions and so little breath. She instantly felt lightheaded from the excitement.
“I too am happy to see you Urlachen. It has been a long time and so much has happened. Yes, your mother and sister are fine, and I must say I think the battle will be over soon. Not in your father’s favor I am afraid.” Finn replied sadly.
Urlachen noticed that he looked exhausted and quite thin. The last few months must have been dreadful for him. That moment Donnel arrived, joyful at the sight of Urlachen’s smile.
“Good to see you Finn. How is everything in
Leinster?” Donnel asked as he shook Finn’s hand.
“The news is not good Donnel. We are losing the battle and the provisions are running out. I am here only because Aoife begged me to come and let you know that they are well. They have received your messages and they were so eager to get them. Oh yes, Urlachen and Donnel congratulations to you both on your joyous news. Your Mother and sister are so pleased to hear of your impending birth.” Finn conveyed happily to Urlachen and Donnel.
“Thank you Finn, we are pleased as well. You must be weary from your travels. Let us sit down and talk so you may rest.” Donnel answered. He needed to for Urlachen was tearful upon hearing the well wishes from her mother. She missed her dreadfully.
They sat by the fire and spoke for a while about the goings on in the castle. Finn spoke of the truce and possible exile of her father. Urlachen wasn’t too sorry to hear about that, she would accept it without question if it meant an end to this war, and for her to be with her mother and sister again. When it was time for Finn to go, Urlachen hastily wrote a letter to her Mother for Finn to give her. It took a while to write for her tears were blurring the words on the paper.
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- On June 18, 2007 at 3:56 am eileen Said: |Edit This How do you do this???????
Do you get the photos and then write? Or do you capture the shots after you’ve written?
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Chapter 12/MacMurrough
The war was over. The siege was done. King Dermott was gone and peace was welcomed by all. The castle had suffered much damage but was soon being repaired and brought back to life. The king’s steward was left with the heavy burden of restoring life inside and was doing quite well with the task. Food was coming in from the villages, animal stock was being replenished and the ravaged gardens were replanted. The castle was bustling with workers and servants toiling day after day to return their home back to its original state, a state of sturdiness, reliability, and a standing fortress of protection for the people. It seemed that most everything was on the mend. The absence of the king was in the forefront of everyone’s minds. Even the villagers knew about the kings banishment and didn’t how to feel. Their queen and princess still resided over the land so some felt more content than others.
When it was safe to leave the castle for a few days, Queen Mor and Aoife traveled to Thomand to finally see Urlachen and Donnel. The trip was long and bumpy but rather delightful, for the villagers recognized the two royals and offered their respect and love as they passed by. After experiencing months of rationed food, limited luxuries and fear, Mor looked at the villagers differently. She found herself wondering how many had eaten that day and how many would go without food in order to feed their children. As the carriage drove by the children looked at her with admiration. The young boys were so dirty and the girls wore rags. Mor felt an emotional lump emerging in her throat. How hard it must be to know that your child is hungry or cold. She glanced over at Claire. The toddler was dressed in fine clothes and her belly quite full. If fate hadn’t stepped in Claire could have been one of the sad faces she was peering down at. But what could she do? Life was unstable in the kingdom and no one knew what the future held. As they rounded the corner she saw a boy about six or seven years old walking without shoes in the muddy streets. He was hauling a cart of manure, a cart that was too big for such a small boy. When he saw the royal carriage, he stopped and bowed with great respect. She met his eyes as the carriage paused. She smiled at him with hope and all the love she could muster. That moment Mor made a decision to be more involved with the workings of the kingdom. If life ever regained normalcy she would suggest a reduction of taxes and more help for the peasants. She was their Queen, she should take an interest in their well being and make changes for their sake, she thought optimistically. Her only hope was that she would get the chance.
When they were in sight of Donnel and Urlachen’s castle the excitement that had built was hardly containable. Mor and Aoife hadn’t seen Urlachen in months and hadn’t had the pleasure of enjoying the months of pregnancy with her. They couldn’t wait to see her belly swollen, with a baby inside preparing to be born. Their reunion was as happy as they anticipated. They were so delighted to see Urlachen’s radiant glow and Donnel’s proud grin.
“My, you have eaten very well dear sister. Your baby is going to be born with a very strong appetite.” Aoife said in awe of Urlachen’s unusually large belly.
“Yes, her appetite has been quite healthy. She has done an excellent job of nurturing our baby.” Donnel answered for his obviously embarrassed wife.
“You look beautiful my dear. I can’t wait to see my grandchild and the beauty she will inherit from her mother. Mor replied proudly.
“Oh a girl is it? How can we be sure it is a girl mother?” Aoife asked with amusement with her hands on her hips.
“Only time will tell whether we bring a boy or a girl into this world, I will be satisfied with either. Mother you must be weary from the ride here. Let’s go sit. How are you feeling? I cannot imagine what you and Aoife have been through.” Urlachen said as she led them into the great hall.
Mor looked around the room in amazement. Urlachen had created a beautiful place to live, so alive with flowers, tapestries, and warmth. Not just the warmth of the fireplace, the feeling of the room invited all who entered. She felt such pride for her daughter who had grown into an intelligent, self confident woman who would soon be a wonderful mother. She was very blessed to have a husband who loved her so much as well. Life will be good for Urlachen, she thought. Now it was Aoife’s time to find happiness and Mor was determined to see to it that she did.
When they arrived back at the castle later that evening she could see that a meeting had been held there with possibly the steward and the advisors. King O’Rourke’s men were just leaving as Mor and Aoife came up the road. The castle steward met Mor and Aoife as they exited their cart.
“Your Majesty, your presence is needed immediately.” The steward said uneasily.
“Why is someone sick or hurt?” Mor asked as the pit of her stomach pained with worry.
“No, your majesty, everyone is well. King MacMurrough’s men are waiting for you in the great hall. They will inform you of the situation.” The steward replied.
Mor and Aoife gave each other a curious look and proceeded to the second floor of the castle. Mor sent for her chamber servant to take baby Claire to her room. As they entered the room the two advisors, who so often met with King Dermott, stood there looking nervous.
“What news do you have for me?” Mor asked as she sat down in her chair. Aoife sat in the other one, the one usually occupied by her father.
“Your Majesty, there have been some changes in the conditions of the truce. It seems King O’Rourke is taking over the castle. He expects you and your personal servants to immediately leave and he will take control until further notice. And since King MacMurrough has been deposed I am afraid we have no choice.” The balding advisor explained. He knew the queen had quite a temper as well so he expected the worst.
“Where are we to go? Can he make us leave? I have lived here for 25 years. This is my home!” Mor replied shocked at this new development that would change her life drastically. “Damn him! Why has he done this to us? The king is probably living quite nicely as the guest of King Henry! Damn that man!”
“I know how you must feel Your Majesty. The king has other properties throughout the kingdom. I can find a comfortable one for you and your daughter that will suit your needs.” The younger advisor added hoping to calm the queen.
“Oh what do I care where we live? Life will never be the same again, and maybe that is good. Did King MacMurrough leave behind a monetary plan for us? This castle is sustainable, how do we survive without the provisions we are provided daily?” Mor asked in a defeated tone.
“Your Majesty all of that is secured. This is temporary I am sure. King O’Rourke will calm down and when he finds no use for the castle he will relinquish it. I have also received word from King MacMurrough. He has been finding resources to help him regain power here. He assures me that he is making good progress.” The bald advisor explained with confidence.
A moment passed and Mor thought with clarity.” Well, see to it that my accommodations are inhabitable. I will bring my servants so choose a dwelling that is large enough. I also want to schedule a meeting with you about the conditions of the villages, and the people. Is there anything we can do to improve their lives even slightly?” Queen Mor asked sympathetically.
“Your Majesty, you should not concern yourself with such things. The Nobles collect the taxes and the food offerings. The castle survives with what the nobles are owed to us. Nevermind the villagers, they live the way they choose to live.” The advisor said indifferently.
“I will then be speaking with Lord O’Flattery and Lord DeBurgh as soon as I can.” Mor demanded.
“You will waste your time. You should focus on you and your family, especially at a time such as this.” The advisor pleaded.
“Never you mind. Arrange our change of lodging and the details. I am going to my chamber now to rest. That is all.” Mor replied with a carefree wave of the hand. She projected a solid confident façade, but inside she felt lost. After all the time they spent as captives inside the castle, the constant fighting, Dermott’s exile, and now an eviction from the home she had lived in for so many years, she asked God how much more was she expected to take.
on April 7, 2007 at 2:50 am
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On April 7, 2007 at 3:19 am leiela Said: |Edit This awww I feel sorry for the queen she is a good lady and she deserves better.The king has left her to clean up the mess he caused with his selfish ways… 
With the King gone and Queen Mor in charge things can only get better for the people and for Mor and Aoife .. I hope.
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Aoife’s second attempt. (ch.13)
Ch. 13/MacMurrough
The day after the meeting with the advisors, Aoife decided to meet with her mother and tell her about the relationship with Finn. She knew her mother might still be upset about having to move out of the castle but she was determined to take advantage of her father being gone to perhaps persuade her mother to allow them to be together. If she knew how much she loved Finn she might be willing to consent to an official courting period like her sister Urlachen and her husband Donnel. They were married, happy and had two babies, why shouldn’t she be allowed the same happiness? She told Finn to come along so he could hopefully meet her mother if the discussion went well.
“My dear Aoife, how are you this morning?” The queen asked her daughter. Her eyes were red and swollen probably from not sleeping after hearing the news that they had to vacate the castle.
“Mother you look so tired. Are you okay? Did Claire keep you awake or are worried about our move?” Aoife asked with concern. Her mother and her had grown very close while being sequestered in the castle for those long months. She was constantly worried about her health because of the amount of stress she had been under.
“I am fine, Claire is fine as well. How do you feel about leaving?” Mor asked her daughter. She noticed that Aoife wasn’t too bothered at the meeting the day before when they were told.
“I will be okay if you will mother. I am not too upset about it, the idea of living outside the castle is somewhat exciting.” Aoife admitted to her mother. She really wasn’t upset about leaving, in fact she was almost eager to live a normal life without so many people around and the many obligations she was committed to on a daily basis. She wanted to be free of the castle walls.
“You have always been this way dear child. Never wanting to accept your title, always ready to take on the world, alone if you had to.” Mor said smiling.
“Yes Mother, actually… this time I would prefer not to be alone which is why I wanted to talk with you. I am sure father has told you or you have heard about my friendship with Finn Archid, one of father’s knights. We have known each other for a long time and…” Aoife started to explain as Mor interrupted.
“Oh no! This isn’t a good time for this Aoife. What are you asking me, for permission to marry this soldier? Didn’t your father already deny this wish?” Mor asked with a tired look.
“Yes mother, but he isn’t here and who knows if he will return. Besides, father is in England with his mistress. He wanted to be happy so why shouldn’t I? I am not asking to marry him now, only to begin a courtship. Father was keeping me for someone of his choosing, what if he doesn’t return? How long do I have to wait?” Aoife asked with tears welling. “Just meet him mother, you will see that he is a good man. We could have left together when father left for England, but I wanted to be there for you and for you to give me your blessing.”
After a few moments, Mor decided to give this boy a chance. She wanted her daughter to be happy and she was right, Dermott might never be able to come back. Aoife had a better chance at happiness, rather than being forced to marry someone she didn’t know, and God forbid going through what she went through with Dermott.
“Where is he? Bring him to me and let me talk with him. Mor replied with a stern look.
“He is outside. Thank you mother, you will like him.” Aoife said as she left to send for Finn.
After a few minutes Finn arrived along with one of King Dermott’s advisors. He had some more details to relay to the queen. Finn looked uneasy but would do anything to be with Aoife, even meet the queen he had so many stories about.
“Mother I would like you to meet Finn Archid.” Aoife said very proudly as she held his warm hands,
“It is very nice to meet you Your Highness.” Finn said as he bowed with respect.
“Ok Aoife leave us for a few minutes please.” After she walked to the other side of the room, Mor continued.” So what do you plan to do with my daughter Finn if I give you permission to be together? She is a young princess and you are s soldier with no castle to protect now. What will you do now that the castle is being turned over to King O’Rourke? Certainly you will not rely on my daughter to house and support you. She is a wealthy princess you know.” Mor asked with suspicion. She was not going to trust just anyone with her daughter no matter how much Aoife did.
“Your Highness. I have the utmost respect for your daughter. I have no intentions of anything of the kind. I have already spoken with Lord O’Flattery and I will be in his service as soon as I leave here. I grew up there so he was more than happy to have me back.” Finn said, surprised to be asked such a question.
“Ok, that is an acceptable answer. You said you grew up there. Why is this? Mor asked.
“I was orphaned at birth and left at the O’Flattery Manor. I was raised there and started my training as a page when I was 7 years old. I have worked ever since.” Finn explained.
“You have no information about your parents? Were they merchants?” She asked as she avoided assuming they were peasants. She didn’t want him to think she was being judgmental. Her new daughter was from a peasant woman so it should not make a difference, just so long as he had the upbringing of a Noble.
“I was told that my mother worked in a tavern, and I don’t know anything about my father.” He explained hoping she would not use that as an excuse to deny their request for a courtship.
“Oh I see. Must be difficult not knowing where you are from. Was Lord O’Flattery kind to you?” She asked out of curiosity for the situation with her daughter Claire.
“Oh yes, very kind. He regarded me as family. They were the only family I knew.” Finn admitted to the Queen. He felt comfortable talking with her about it as it seemed she was taking a real interest.
Aoife tried to listen to their conversation and heard bits and pieces. When she heard her mother talking about him being orphaned she ran over and was quite angry with her.
“Why are you asking such questions mother? You are supposed to be getting to know him, not trying to make him feel inferior for not being in the class you desire!” Aoife yelled.
“Aoife it is okay. She needs to know my background, she isn’t trying to insult
me.” He said as he held her hand. Your Majesty, you may ask me anything you wish. I love your daughter and I will succumb to any scrutiny to be with her.”
“Hmm. You are right Aoife, I am starting to like him already.” The Queen said while squinting her eyes as if she were studying him for further inspection. “Since your father is not here and I am the one making all of the decisions, I will grant you your wish to begin courtship.” Mor told them both hoping she wasn’t making the mistake of taking the liberty of going against what Dermott had decided. Although it did feel good to defy him for she still wanted to kill him for everything he had done.
“Thank you Mother. You have made me so happy.” Aoife said as she hugged her tight.
“You may start your courtship by staying for supper with us Finn.” She ordered.”I will be getting to know you very well.”
“Yes, of course Your Highness. Thank you.” Finn answered feeling elated and shocked that something he had wished for for so long was finally happening.
Later that evening Finn went with Aoife to her chamber to sort out what she wanted to bring with her to the new home.
“How do you feel about having to leave the castle? I know you must be a little sad.” Finn asked.
“I honestly do not mind. I was ready to leave the day you found me by the stables after I had spoken to my father. I want to be free of this place. I am eager to leave.” She said with a smile.
“Can you believe your mother said yes? I cannot believe this is actually happening.” Finn said to a beaming Aoife.
“I feel like I am dreaming, am I dreaming Finn?” Aoife asked as she walked into his arms.
“If we are dreaming I don’t want to wake up. We are going to be able to start our new life together.” Finn replied while squeezing her tightly. “There have been so many changes this year, it seems as if our whole world is different, like it is to good to be true.”
on April 12, 2007 at 12:06 am
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- On April 12, 2007 at 1:36 am leiela Said: |Edit This Awww im so happy for them …. i hope that silly king doenst come back and ruin it.
On April 12, 2007 at 11:14 pm annej5 Said: |Edit This I’m afraid it’s inevitable. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
On April 15, 2007 at 8:06 am goldenvalley Said: |Edit This At last I have found out how to leave a comment on your website I have been a bit blonde a think. I am glad that her mum has allowed them some happiness however long it lasts. Thats one unhappy family, the King included.
Urlachen’s delicate condition
O’Brien
During the early days of Urlachen’s pregnancy, she found herself constantly sick and queasy. She had no idea it would be so tough to bring forth a life. She had heard tales of a “woman’s glow” and the euphoric feelings of being pregnant. She had also heard that your beauty increased while pregnant. Urlachen found this to be questionable since all she did was sleep and throw up. She felt awful and was pretty sure she looked awful. She tried to eat more food and special herbs but couldn’t seem to manage keeping it down. She tried to walk through the gardens daily for exercise but was always overcome with nausea and had to race for the chamber pot.
Donnel was worried about her and the babe inside her. He had never seen someone in her condition and was constantly calling for the doctor who kept reassuring him that this was the normal path of pregnancy. He also informed him that this would soon pass and that she would feel normal again. Still Donnel watched Urlachen closely. He would even check on her while she slept, which was much of the time.
Donnel admitted he would like a son, and like any member of royalty an heir was of utmost importance. Urlachen wished for a boy as well. It was her duty to produce an heir and she prayed most nights for God to help her with this task.
When Urlachen was further along she did feel better. She was able to take walks with Donnel and talk about their baby who Donnel would talk to regularly. Urlachen knew Donnel would be a wonderful father. He was a joyful man like his father with much patience. He was very close to his father which was rare these days especially since his father was so busy ruling a kingdom. He always made time for his sons though. They hunted, fished, and rode horses frequently. He was also an educated man who insisted on his sons learning to read and write perfectly, to study Latin and Greek, and to be current with the new sciences and of course theological studies. Urlachen and Donnel would would spend the days reading together and just sitting with each other by the fire.
This time together was special because it would be the last time they would truly be alone. Once the baby was born and more children came along, life would be a constant string of days devoted to raising their children. This was something they both looked forward to but what they didn’t realize was exactly how much their lives would change.
They had visitors as well During this time. When the fighting had stopped and Urlachen’s father was in
England, her mother and sister made the trip to see them on several occasions. Each time Urlachen’s pregnant belly increased dramatically in size. She was so happy to spend time with her family and hated to see them leave each time. One day while walking outside near the gates Urlachen recognized a man walking on the path. It was her old friend Michan Donnely, who she hadn’t seen in months. Michan was a widowed man with a teen daughter who worked on the grounds of the castle she grew up in. She had befriended him long ago when she heard of his situation. Since her marriage and move to Thomand, she hadn’t seen many familiar faces, so this was a welcomed meeting.
“Michan Donnely! Is that you?” Urlachen asked with a big smile.
“Yes Princess O’Brien. It is wonderful to meet you here. How have you been?” Michan asked with a bow, observing her heavy with child.
“I have been wonderful. We are expecting our child very soon as you can tell. How is Leinster and what brings you way out here in the west?” Urlachen asked very interested in his reply.
“I am working here for a while, very close by in fact. I have just obtained a horse for my services so it was well worth the long trip. I will be heading home tomorrow to be with my daughter who is staying with a neighbor lady. This certainly is beautiful country.” Michan answered with a smile. “I haven’t been to the castle for a long time since the battle ended. I did help with the cleanup and repairs and your mother was very generous.”
“Well next time you are here in Thomand, send me a message so we may see you for a formal gathering. Have a safe trip home and tell your daughter Almaith I send my best.” Urlachen said as she shook Michan’s hand.
“Thank you for your kindness Princess O’Brien. I wish you and your baby well. I will pray for your health and happiness. Please offer my well wishes to Prince O’Brien.” Michan said with sincerity for he had always appreciated her kindheartedness. ————————————————————————————————–A few months later on a cold evening in December, Urlachen felt poorly. Her back ached and she was feeling unfamiliar pains. She had Donnel send for the doctor since she knew the day would be here soon for the birth. She suddenly panicked with fear and anxiety at the realization that this may be the night she would deliver her baby. The unknown was what frightened her and the intimidating thought of becoming a mother. All of a sudden she felt uncertain and had concerns she hadn’t considered before.
The pains were worsening and she felt like she should lie down. When Donnel returned she saw the look in his eyes and all of her doubts disappeared. She knew everything would be wonderful as long as he was there with her. The doctor arrived with the midwife. Urlachen’s ladies helped her into the room she would give birth in. She would have to leave her husband at this time, something she did not want to do.
“Please send word to my mother as soon as you can.” She asked as she walked towards the door with help from her ladies.
“Of course I will my dear Urlachen. I will wait for you here. Just know that I am here and that I love you. I will be praying for you and our child.” Donnel replied as he held her hand and kissed her goodbye. He could only stand there by the door and watch her leave. He stood there for a long time straining to hear something but there was only silence.
He moved to a chair close to the door where he would stay for hours and hours waiting for someone to come and tell him how she was.
The next morning, several hours after she had left him alone to worry and pace, the midwife emerged from the room with a joyous look on her face.
“Prince Donnel, I am happy to relay to you that your wife has delivered two healthy baby boys! You are to be congratulated for it is considered a mark of fertility and a gift from God to born multiple babies at one time.” She announced with delight.
“Two babies? I don’t believe it. How is Urlachen? Is she okay? When may I see her and my boys?” Donnel asked in a happy state of shock.
“Soon Prince Donnel. She is doing well but she is very tired. You need to arrange the baptism which must be done by tomorrow. As soon as Urlachen has fed the babies you may see her. This is a wonderful day for the Kingdom of Thomand.” The midwife explained with a smile as she walked back into the room.
A faint cry could be heard from inside and Donnel felt a tear trickle down his cheek. Two healthy sons and a wife I adore. I am truly blessed, he thought while more tears streamed down his cheek. His heart felt like it could burst with happiness.
on April 9, 2007 at 11:16 am
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- On April 9, 2007 at 12:16 pm leiela Said: |Edit This oooh i hope they kept a track of which boy was born first hehe….
On April 10, 2007 at 7:02 am newcornwall Said: |Edit This Oh my, how wonderful!
I’m so happy things are going well for them. I only hope her mother and sister will do well also. Can’t wait for the nest update.~Tiffany
{^_^}- On April 10, 2007 at 12:11 pm Megan Said: |Edit This How exciting for the young couple and to have two boys at once what a blessing.
Moving Day (ch. 14)
Ch.14/MacMurrough
Aoife awoke feeling cheerful. This was the day she would start her new life. Today they would leave the castle and she would start her courtship with Finn. She was thrilled, a new home and a chance to marry the man that she loved. She was smiling ear to ear as she snuggled the warm blankets that enveloped her. I will miss my bed, she thought. She began to wonder what kind of lodging awaited them. The steward only said that it was large enough to house them and their servants and that it would be comfortable.
The dwelling was located across the valley to the west, which would be closer to her sister Urlachen, and Aoife’s adorable new nephews in Thomand. The home was actually near the Corcomroe Abbey, where her sister and Donnel were married, and the limestone valley where her sister and she used to ride their horses when they were younger. Aoife thought of how beautiful the land was in that area and decided that even though she hadn’t seen it, she would love the house just as much.
Finn had left the day prior to move back to O’Flattery Manor. His accommodations would not be as grand as they were in the soldier’s quarters of the castle, but he would make the best of it. Life had taken a turn for Finn, he would be the happiest he had ever been and decided to be grateful for every moment. Although, living back in the manor was more than satisfying for Finn. The O’Flattery children were teens now and Finn had always been close to Coleman who had recently turned 16. He would restore the relationship he had had with him now that he had the chance. Of course residing there would be temporary for as soon as he and Aoife were married they would move to a smaller but cozy manor on O’Flattery’s land to live in and raise their children. The arrangements had been made and Lord O’Flattery was more than happy to provide Finn with his future home. Finn had been there to see it and couldn’t wait to show Aoife the house and the land it rested on. She would love it he was sure.
Mor was not anticipating the move at all. She was comfortable at the castle, and even though she had threatened King Dermott that she would leave and live somewhere else if he didn’t send Norah (his mistress) back to her husband, King O’Rourke, Mor knew that it was only a bluff. Now her threats had come back to haunt her.
Urlachen and Donnel traveled to the castle to support Mor and Aoife on moving day, Finn was there as well. They knew Mor would be most troubled and perhaps emotional, beyond the normal. As Mor was packing her last trunk everyone met in the great room where the trunks were being stored ready for transport. She was pleased to see her daughter and son in law, but the fear of the unknown gripped her. She had not lived anywhere else since she was seventeen, and had never lived in any other dwelling other than a castle her entire life. Her father was a king as well and she knew no other lifestyle.
“How are you Mother?” Urlachen asked as she hugged her Mother’s weary body.“I am doing as well as I thought. How was your trip and how are my two grandbabies? If you would have brought them I most certainly would be in a wonderful mood.” She jested trying to hide the nervous ache she felt every time she thought of leaving.
The group stood around conversing about the details. Donnel asked Aoife how she felt and was surprised to hear that she was content and almost excited about leaving.
“How can you be happy about leaving Aoife? You are going to lose the comforts of the castle that you are so accustomed to. If it were me I would be horrified.” Donnel admitted to Aoife. He had always thought she was very different from her sister, almost like she hadn’t been raised as a royal subject.
Aoife couldn’t understand why everyone was still amazed by her relentless effort to reject her royal standing and lead a normal life. She had always held a disdain for all things regal.“I am content with a small home and the freedom that goes with it. When Finn and I marry we won’t be confined to a castle where every decision is made for us. This is the first step in being relinquished of this lifestyle.” Aoife explained to a rather confused Donnel. He and Urlachen were happy to live a life of royal duty, he couldn’t see why Aoife would resist it so fervently.
“All so long as you are happy Aoife, that is all that matters.” He replied with a grin. Aoife liked Donnel, he was good for her sister as they were so alike and he was a kind man. He would be a great king someday she thought.
After a long bumpy ride, they arrived at the new house. Mor was pleased when she saw it as her imagination had been dreaming up many images of a less than inhabitable abode. Aoife gasped when she saw the gardens and the trees. She was even surprised at the superior condition of the house and grounds. She found the grounds to be breathtaking. The inside was smaller than the castle but the rooms were adequately sized.
By the end of their second week in the new house, Mor was quite pleased and didn’t even consider the idea of returning to the castle. All of her needs were being met, and baby Claire was happier with the less formal lifestyle. Mor would take her for walks everyday and she would marvel at the amount of trees and foliage on the grounds. Aoife would sometimes accompany them and was cherishing every moment of the peace and freedom she felt. Most nice days were spent in the garden by the pond relishing in the quiet they were not so used to.
Evenings were spent eating supper together and spending time in the great room, usually with Finn visiting whenever he could. This was the room they spent most of their time in as it was quite comfortable and was Mor’s favorite room. She found it to be warm and cozy. The rooms in the castle were large and cold and always inhabited many people. She enjoyed her privacy and was feeling very content with the changes her life had made.
on April 15, 2007 at 8:23 pm
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- On April 16, 2007 at 3:02 am goldenvalley Said: |Edit This A happy chapter!, I love the rug in the last picture. I hope things continue well for Aoife and Finn but you do wonder if bad news is waiting round the corner.
The Twins
(O’Brien ch 3)
Life was hectic for Urlachen and Donnel. Caring for the twins was hard work but it was something they wished to experience together rather than leave in the hands of a servant or two. They did receive minimal help, but for the most part they met most of their children’s needs. Even when passing each other in the halls during three am feedings and diaper changes, they managed a weary smile of gratitude.
They loved being parents and the special gift of twins was more than they could ask for. The eldest twin boy was named Donnchad and the younger, by two minutes, was Ruad. Donnchad would be the heir to the throne of Thomand and would someday be king just as his father Donnel would be as soon as his father passed. His father was rather old and the reality of becoming King might not be too far off for Donnel. He was in no hurry, for him being King wouldn’t allow for as much time to be with Urlachen and the boys as he did now. He was quite content with his role as Prince for the time being.
Urlachen’s Mother, Queen Mor, and Aoife visited often and loved spending time with the boys. They both couldn’t believe that they would be so blessed to be given twins, especially boys. Mor knew the importance of this having been the wife of a king. Tremendous pressure was put upon her to produce a male heir, although after two pregnancies only females were manifested from her womb, a fact that that she was reminded of often in the early years of their marriage.
Aoife couldn’t believe how much work was involved with having twins. They were always hungry and crying, or wet and crying. The boys took turns howling for their parents, each with their own distinctive cry so that Urlachen and Donnel could decipher who the needy culprit was. Aoife found this work to be exhausting to watch, although she couldn’t help but imagine herself and Finn experiencing the same joyous work.
The twins were fraternal and they came to realize that Donnchad was already resembling Donnel as he had tufts of red hair growing in slightly and his eyebrows were a reddish color as well.
Ruad’s hair was a soft blonde and his facial features were those of Urlachens. He seemed to have the shape of his Mother’s eyes as well. Their eye coloring was still blue and the final color wouldn’t be determined for a few more months of growing. Urlachen and Donnel anticipated the day when they were grown enough to determine their personalities as well.
On one visit Queen Mor brought a message that was delivered from King Dermott for Urlachen. Mor handed it to her and as she read it everyone took turns holding the boys.
It read:
“My darling daughter Urlachen,
Greetings to you and your husband Prince O’Brien. I have recently received word of the birth of your twin boys. I offer you my sincere well wishes and thankfulness for your good health. I am securing relations here in
England and will be returning soon to my native land to once again rule.
England is no place for an Irishman. My thoughts and prayers are bestowed upon you and your family. I am eager to greet my first grandchildren upon my return.”
While Urlachen read it she had mixed emotions. She had not spoken to him since the wedding so many months ago.
She almost convinced herself that he was gone permanently and there would be no more hurt and pain in her family as a result of his reckless behavior. The look on her face must have been one of confusion because everyone in the room was concerned for her and curious as to what the letter had said.
“Urlachen, are you okay? What did the letter say?” Aoife asked with a bit of impatience.” Is he coming back?” This worried Aoife since him being gone meant she could remain with Finn.
“Father offered me best wishes and he is eager to meet the boys when he returns.” She said almost wishing she didn’t read the letter in front of everyone.
“He is returning? When?” Aoife asked agitatedly.
“Did he mention when Urlachen?” Mor asked slightly annoyed that she had to even think about this problem.
“He did not say, only that he was “securing relations” in
England, whatever that means.” Urlachen explained becoming rather worried for her mother and sister. Life was going well for them and his return would only create more sadness for them.
“Let me read it.” Aoife said as she grabbed the letter feeling much anxiety at the prospect of her father returning to ruin her life. “Well at least it doesn’t say that he is on his way. This will give us time to plan our wedding, if he comes back and I have already married Finn what can he do? In the eyes of God I am already joined, right?”
“Don’t worry Aoife. Everything will be as it should. Your father has a long way to go before he can reclaim his throne, even if he did return he would be too busy to worry about your marriage plans. He will have more on his mind than securing a husband for you.” Mor said to Aoife, trying to calm her worries.
“You are right Mother. I refuse to worry. I am going to marry Finn no matter who stands in my way.” She announced to everyone.
“My word Aoife, you certainly are a strong minded girl.” Donnel said with a small laugh.
“My sister has always been one to make her own decisions, or try to anyway.” Urlachen replied with a smile. She then hugged her sister and added, “Do not worry my dear sister, father is an ocean away. Do not let this letter ruin the happiness you have found.”
on April 16, 2007 at 9:41 am
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- On April 17, 2007 at 9:16 pm newcornwall Said: |Edit This ooh this makes me nervous. “securing relations”, it sounds like he’s trying to match Aoife up with someone in England. I do hope they get married quickly.~Tiffany
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On April 17, 2007 at 9:36 pm annej5 Said: |Edit This Tiffany,
You are either really good at this or you know your history. Hehe.
Stay tuned.
Anticipation (ch.15)
Chapter 15/MacMurrough
Sometime after visiting Urlachen and the new babies, Aoife started making plans for her heavily anticipated nuptials. The letter from her father worried her for she felt if he were to come back soon he would definitely prevent her marriage to Finn, and force her to marry someone he thought to be of her worth. Finn was a distinguished knight who was brought up in a Noble household, but his family origins were unknown. Dermott had denied their courtship once already and Aoife felt like she was on borrowed time. Her mother, Queen Mor, was taken ill for a few weeks and Aoife had to tend to her and to little Claire, so not much was done to prepare for the wedding, especially since they no longer had the castle staff who could handle the arrangements. When Mor had recovered from her illness she was still weak, but she still took over the planning of her daughter’s wedding. Urlachen’s wedding was a grand affair so Mor was determined to create a wedding for Aoife to match her sisters’. Aoife was elated, her dream was finally becoming a reality.
One day, two weeks before the wedding, Finn had taken her to see the manor he was given from Lord O’Flattery that would become their new home once they were married. As they walked to the front of the house and Aoife gazed at what would be their home, she felt overwhelming emotions building inside her. She could only stare at the wood and stone dwelling and wonder how she became so blessed. She glanced at Finn and saw that he had been watching her with a hopeful grin.
“Aoife are you pleased with our new home?” Finn asked knowing by the look in her eyes that she was not only pleased, but that she looked completely happy.“I love it Finn, oh how I love it!” She answered throwing her arms around his neck.
“I knew you would my sweet girl. Let’s go inside and look around.” He said to her as they eagerly ran to the front door. Finn couldn’t stop smiling, they ran from room to room and made plans about which rooms would be used for bedchambers and which ones would house their children. He was overjoyed at the sight of seeing Aoife so blissful, this is all he ever wanted. It seemed as though this moment would never happen for him many months ago, he would be forever grateful to Aoife’s Mother, Queen Mor, for trusting and believing in him enough to grant them permission to marry.
As they walked by the largest bedroom, Finn stopped and said to her with a sly smile.
“This will be our room, you know. I can picture a big four poster over there with you and I curled up together on a cold morning keeping each other warm.” He put his arm around her and noticed the crimson moving into her cheeks as she looked down trying not to smile. “Did I embarrass you Aoife?” He said with a smile trying to get a closer look.
“No, I don’t get embarrassed. I am imagining the same scene, only in mine the children, and perhaps our dog as well, will run into our room and snuggle with us.” She said with a laugh.
“The dog too? We’ll have to have a very large bed for all those visitors, but whatever you say.” He replied as they laughed together. They were having such a fantastic time talking about the future that Finn wished they didn’t have to leave. He wanted to move in that day and allow their life to begin.
They spent the next hour looking through the entire house and the gardens. Much to their surprise the house was in good condition for how old it was. The walls needed some cleaning, but for the most part it looked as though it had been waiting all these years just for them. Some old furniture, a few beautiful tapestries, and two sculptures which looked very aged were left behind. Aoife decided that the sculptures would be placed in a respectable part of the house to honor the history of the piece, and the manor it had lived in all these years.
The house was well kept, for the gardens were bursting with flowers and grapevines with the fullest grapes Aoife had ever seen. The stone walkway was worn but it added to the charm of the old manor that had been here for many years.
As they looked around the first floor they heard someone come into the front door. Curiously, Finn went to see who it might be. When he came back into the room where Aoife was waiting, she saw that it was Lord Ennis O’Flattery himself.
“Pardon the intrusion Your Highness, I thought I would come by and see how things were. Finn told me you would be here to see it for the first time. Are you pleased with the house? It is definitely old and might need some work, but Finn assured me that you’d be satisfied.” He said to Aoife.
“I am very pleased, thank you for giving Finn this charming home for us. I am most grateful. The house is delightful, it is exactly what I dreamed of.” Aoife explained as she shook Ennis’s hand with an appreciative smile. If it weren’t for him they might have had to settle for something much less than they were used to.
“Yes, thank you so much sir. I will forever be in your debt.” Finn added as he hugged the man he considered his father. “You don’t know how much this means to us.”
“My pleasure Finn. You know I have always regarded you as family and you deserve the gifts I have to give. This manor was built by my Grandfather and he lived here with his family until he built the home we live in now. There is much history in this house, and I know you will take good care of it.” Ennis replied to them both. He was happy to give them the house, Finn was a good man and an excellent knight. He had always worked hard and to be marrying a Princess was confirmation that Finn had turned out well. Ennis was as proud as any father would be.
As night fell so did the temperature. Finn and Aoife were still in the manor trying to avoid leaving. Finn started a fire in the fireplace and Aoife served a picnic supper of fruits she had picked from outside. They ate on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace in the almost empty great room. The day had been perfect and they both didn’t want it to end, they felt somewhat euphoric being in their home to be. As they ate Finn fed grapes to Aoife and she snuggled up next to him for warmth. They had never felt so close. The floor was cold however, so they moved to a bench placed near the fireplace. Finn and Aoife sat close together, blaming the cold. Finn started to kiss her and at first it was their usual tender, sweet kisses. It then progressed and they found themselves on the Persian rug becoming quite intimate.
“What are we doing Finn?” Aoife asked out of obligation for she had no intention of stopping and going home any time soon.
“Aoife, God knows we love each other and we’ll be married in two weeks. Let’s be together, this night in our new home, please?” Finn answered, pleading for her approval.
“Okay Finn. I want this too, more than you know.” She answered with an anxious whisper.
“I love you Aoife, I am going to love you forever.” Finn said to her with bated breath while he held her tightly in his arms. “I am never going to let you go.”
on April 19, 2007 at 9:09 pm
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{>_ - On April 19, 2007 at 11:12 pm goldenvalley Said: |Edit This Eek, your not actually married till you both said I do, I can see this ending in trouble. I hope it means that they will both be allowed to marry though even if her father returns, if they do put a bun in the oven.
- On April 20, 2007 at 12:37 am Yicke Said: |Edit This Since dear dad will probably not agree with the arangement, I can see some definate trouble coming from this premature union…
A morning of regret (ch.16)
Chapter 16/MacMurrough
Breakfast was served early the next day, Queen Mor and Claire had already begun eating when Aoife joined them. She sat sullenly in her chair and couldn’t bring herself to eat. “What is the matter Aoife? You aren’t feeling sick are you? Heavens, when will this sickness leave this house?” Mor said as she rose to tend to Aoife.
“No mother, I’m not sick, only a bit tired. I had trouble sleeping last night. I am fine really.” She replied, forcing a smile upon her face. She needed to mask her feelings of remorse for what had occurred the night before with Finn. She didn’t know how she allowed herself to lose control and to commit such a mortal sin. They both knew at once that it was wrong when it was all over. Finn tried desperately to apologize to Aoife as he felt that he was the aggressor, but she wouldn’t allow him to take all of the blame. Instead he took her home in silence and they parted with few words and a long distressed hug.
Finn knew he had to see Aoife as soon as the sun was up. He awoke with a sinking feeling in his stomach and couldn’t eat a bite of food. This was not the way he had imagined starting their life together. He was sick with worry about how she must be feeling towards him. He knew very well that Aoife promised herself that she would wait for marriage, he should have never pursued her like he did. They both had been raised in the catholic church, he knew just as well as she did that they committed a terrible sin.
When Finn walked into the kitchen, Aoife gave him a knowing look of guilt and managed a small smile.
“Finn what are you doing here this early? Is no one feeding you at the O’Flattery manor?” She asked with a jovial grin. “Yes, your highness breakfast was served this morning. I just came to see Aoife and to ask her to join me on a walk through the valley, the weather is perfect for an outing.” He asked timidly as if the queen knew of the event that had taken place the previous evening. He was filledwith guilt and hoped it didn’t show.
“How very nice. Maybe I will take Claire out to the pond for a picnic lunch. Well Aoife, answer the boy. He is waiting for your reply.” Mor said noticing some odd behavior taking place. She finished up her meal and thought it best to leave them alone, she could tell there was something they needed to talk about, possibly a quarrel of some sort. As she was walking out of the room she was reminded that the priest would be visiting later. “Oh yes, Father Flanagan will be here this evening to visit, be sure you are both here to talk with him about the wedding. Have a good morning.” She said in good spirits as she and Claire left the room.
At the mention of Father Flanagan coming to talk with them, Aoife sucked in her breath anxiously. She would have to confess what she had done and he would know. How could she face him while standing before God taking vows of marriage? Aoife was horrified and her face showed it. She stood up in an anxious pace, Finn ran to her and fell to his knees once there was no one in sight.
“Aoife I am so sorry. This is not how I wanted us to start our married life. I just don’t know what happened, I didn’t even think. You will still marry me won’t you?” He asked her desperately. He wanted to cry but tried to hold it back.
“It was my fault just as much Finn. We will marry next week but how will we ever get through the ceremony with Father Flanagan aware of what happened. He will need to hear our confession before the wedding, I won’t be able to look him in the eyes. I hope God will be able to forgive us.” Aoife cried while Finn tried to hold her. “God will forgive us Aoife. Father Flanagan will forgive us, but we need to forgive ourselves and be happy like we were.” Finn reasoned. This made sense to Aoife and she felt a hint of relief.
on April 22, 2007 at 7:48 pm
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- On April 23, 2007 at 10:01 am Megan Said: |Edit This Poor couple, how things can seem different in the morning light. I hope their night together hasnt got Aoife pregnant and I wish they would get married soon as I keep expecting the King to return to spoil it all!
The Return of Dermot MacMurrough (ch. 17)
Chapter 17 MacMurrough/O’Brien
Life was going well for Urlachen and Donnel. She had found out recently that she was expecting another baby, and Donnel was as proud as a man could be. The twins were healthy and happy, and they were growing very rapidly. Keeping up with them required much patience and speed for they were learning their way around the castle and kept everyone running.
Urlachen was thankful that her family was doing well also. Her mother, Queen Mor, had settled into her new home quickly and was actually happier than she had been in years. Much of that happiness came from little Claire, whom her mother adored. Aoife and Finn would be married in two days time, which made Urlachen relax more. She had been so worried that this day wouldn’t come for she wanted Aoife to be as happy as she was. Everyone was involved in preparing for the big event. Urlachen’s dressmaker made Aoife’s wedding dress and their mother had been busy organizing the feast afterwards and other such details. She made the trip to Thomand to see Urlachen and the boys and to pick up Aoife’s wedding dress one afternoon. She couldn’t believe how much the twins had grown since the last time she saw them. As she held little Ruad she marveled at how much he resembled his mother, especially in the eyes.
“I feel like I have gone back twenty years and I am holding you Urlachen.” Mor said as she examined Ruad’s little face. “It’s simply amazing. These boys are getting big, soon you won’t be able to pick them up in your condition dear, how are you feeling?”
“I feel okay, I have had several stomach ailments but it is early yet, it is bound to get worse.” She replied smiling, and feeling nauseous just speaking about it. “I was very sickly when I carried the boys, I hope it isn’t going to be a repeat event.”
“Well at least I will be here for this pregnancy. I hear Aoife’s dress came out magnificently, I can’t wait to see it.” Mor said as they sat down to talk. The boys crawled and tried to walk around at their feet hoping to get some attention, as they were used to being the focus of whatever room they were in.
“It is beautiful. How is Aoife? I haven’t seen her in weeks, I would think she would be very eager for Sunday to come quickly.” Urlachen asked with a curious tone. Usually she would see Aoife more often but thought only that she was preoccupied with the wedding plans.
“Yes she has been rather impatient, but also very at odds. Something has been bothering her, maybe she is worried about the wedding or perhaps she is thinking about your father. I have asked and she claims that everything is fine.” Mor admitted. She had asked Aoife several times to talk with her about what was wrong, but knew that whatever it was her free spirit daughter would work it out herself.
“She is just under a lot of stress right now, I remember feeling anxious right before my wedding. Her life is about to change and that is a great deal to think about. It will pass.” Urlachen advised, knowing full well that Aoife was the sort who dealt with change rather easy for she was quite adapatable.
“I don’t know, this is different.” Mor replied while ringing her hands out of concern. A second passed and Mor decided to think positively. “Anyway, we only have two days left. Whatever it is I am sure she will deal with it by then.”
As they talked about the wedding, Donnel burst into the room with a worried expression, completely out of breath.
“Urlachen, something has happened! I just rode back from my fathers’ and there was word of an invasion in the north and the south. It has been roughly two days since it started, and it is rumored that it is the Normans from England. An army sent by your father is attacking Briefne, Waterford and Wexford. My father’s soldiers are getting ready for any trouble that might occur here. Our guess is that your father has made some kind of agreement with an Anglo-Norman to help him regain his kingdom, it is the only conclusion my father and I can procure.” Donnel announced, gasping for air and looking quite concerned.
“My father is here now? Why weren’t we told? Are you sure they said my father, Donnel?” Urlachen asked with fear and confusion in her voice. It didn’t make sense to her why her father would recruit the Normans to help him battle. What would they gain? She asked herself.
“Is there more information coming Donnel? I guess Dermot has found a way like he said he would. ” Mor said, trying to remain calm in spite of what calamity may be coming their way.
“My father has sent some men out to get the details, we should know more tonight…what could the king be doing? Why would he deal with people outside of our country?” Donnel asked no one in particular, he was obviously worried to the extreme. The clans were at peace finally and everyone was taking pleasure in it. There would be fighting and turmoil again and Donnel despised it.
Later that evening, a messenger arrived with more details, and claimed that King Dermott was coming with scores of men to the castle to see his daughter and grandsons the following morning. He requested the whole family be present since he no longer had possession of his castle. Mor sent a cart for Aoife, she wouldn’t be here until morning, but knew that she would want to be here to find out what was going on.
Just before the sun was up, Aoife arrived in a panic. No one had slept the entire night for everyone’s nerves were on edge at the thought of seeing Dermott again after so long. When Aoife entered the great room she was full of questions.
“Mother, what is the situation with father? What is he doing with an army from England? It is being talked about in all of the villages.” Aoife alarmingly asked while she paced the floor. Urlachen came over to embrace her sister to ease her anxiety.
“What we know now is that your father has recruited a Norman nobleman from England to help him reclaim Leinster from O’Rourke. The nobleman has brought over an army of 200 knights and 1000 archers. We don’t know why this man would assist your father, perhaps for monetary gain or for land. We are not certain. Try to stay calm Aoife, we’ll know more when he gets here and explains for himself.” Mor said as she hugged her visibly shaken daughter.
Later that morning, the castle guards came to inform the group that King MacMurrough’s party had been seen coming towards the castle. Everyone took a nervous breath and began to prepare for his arrival. Aoife was noticeably more anxious than the rest and with good reason. She wished Finn could have accompanied her to this meeting she had dread for so long. Urlachen felt sick to her stomach and couldn’t decipher whether it was her nerves or the baby inside. Donnel stood firmly, while holding one of the twins, and Mor was stoic, almost expressionless
When the king entered the great room after being announced, everyone noticed he looked different, younger perhaps. Being accepted into King Henry’s court in England must have had a rejuvenating effect on his appearance. As he walked through the door his mood was jovial. It was apparent he was happy to see his family once again, especially the two new members, the new Princes of Thomand.
“Greetings to all.” Dermot bellowed as he made eye contact with the sullen looking group standing before him. He observed one of the twins crawling around and he beamed with pride, and produced a sincere smile. “Are these the new princes? Which one is which, Urlachen?” He asked not realizing the cold reception he was receiving.
“Hello Father, the one in Donnel’s arms is Ruad, and the one crawling on the ground is Donnchad.” Urlachen explained blankly.
“Which one is the heir Donnel?” Dermot asked as he walked over to Ruad. Donnel answered as he bowed in respect. “Donnchad was born first your highness, the one crawling on the floor. Welcome back your majesty.”
“May I hold Donnchad? It has been a long time since I held a baby but I am sure I won’t drop him.” The king asked with a chuckle as he bent down to pick up the boy. No one replied, no one moved.
As he held the toddler he began to speak about the situation. He told of his plans and the agreement between him and the Norman Baron. He answered everyone’s brief questions and told them of how close they were to signing a peace treaty after only three days of fighting, and how his kingdom was almost officially his again. Then he delivered the final blow.
“I would like you to meet the man who has helped me with my endeavor. His name is Lord Richard De Clare of Pembroke. He is formally a knight and his men call him “Strongbow.” Dermott announced as he introduced his cohort. He was obviously impressed with Strongbow as he talked about him with a sense of admiration. “He graciously agreed to help me reclaim my kingdom and I have granted him land and the rights of succession to my kingdom upon my passing.”
Everyone in the room was horrified. They couldn’t believe this was actually occurring and the look on Aoife’s face was one of revulsion. Donnel knew this was a decision that would impact all the lands, and Urlachen was bewildered at the thought of her father giving away their kingdom to a Norman, someone not of Irish blood. Mor was appalled and saddened by his desperation.
When the king was done speaking a tall rather handsome man walked into the room. He was the epitome of confidence and poise. He had bright red hair and an extremely thin face which wore a touch of facial hair and an intense smile. His blue eyes were the deepest blue anybody had seen, and his presence captivated the room. He bowed out of respect and began to speak with a combined English and French accent.
“Compliments to you all and thank you for you gracious hospitality. King MacMurrough has enlightened me about you all, I feel as if I am familiar with you already. So Your Highness, introduce me to the Princess so we may begin to become acquainted.” Richard spoke more eloquently as anyone had ever heard.
“Lord De Clare may I introduce my eldest daughter Princess Aoife.” Dermott replied with pride and enthusiasm as he directed him over to where his daughter stood. Lord De Clare then reached out to Aoife, bowed and held her hand gently, while a look of confusion brandished her face.
“Father, I don’t quite understand.” Aoife asked with a bewildered tone and body language. She detracted her hand instantly.
“Aoife, you are to be congratulated. This is your betrothed. I have offered him your hand in marriage in return for his assistance in recapturing our kingdom.” Dermott replied with a full smile. At that moment the air seemed to leave the room. A few seconds of silence went by and Aoife felt a rush of blur and confusion, then suddenly and without warning fainted to the floor.
on April 23, 2007 at 11:32 pm
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- On April 24, 2007 at 2:38 am goldenvalley Said: |Edit This I knew he would come back and spoil it all! Poor Aoife, what will happen to her now? Looking forward to the next update!
- On April 24, 2007 at 6:59 am newcornwall Said: |Edit This OH NO!!
I literally started crying right at the end.
Oh this is horrible!
Poor Aoife, Poor Finn.
What will they do?!
Someone ought to just assassinate Dermott and make everyone’s lives better…{>_ 
On April 24, 2007 at 7:32 am steffles Said: |Edit This Grrr……- On April 26, 2007 at 9:55 am leiela Said: |Edit This oooooh finn and Aoife should run away and get married quick i bet the queen would help them hehe.
Meeting Strongbow (ch. 18)
Chapter 18/ MacMurrough
After Aoife’s fainting spell, she was moved to Urlachen and Donnel’s bed chamber which was just down the corridor. Everyone was concerned and tried to wake her. The doctor was sent for and King Dermot sat with Lord De Clare in the great room and was bewildered. “Could she be sick? Why would she faint?” King Dermot asked Donnel. “I couldn’t say your highness. I know she has been under a lot of stress according to Urlachen.” He answered, knowing that the source of the stress was sitting before him. Mor came out to talk with King Dermot and asked to speak with him privately. He followed her into the corridor and they began to argue.
“What is wrong with her, is she sick?” Dermot asked with concern. “No Dermot, she is not physically sick, she is sick with worry and fear! She has been on edge about your return and you certainly have lived up to your reputation.” Mor said firmly and without patience.
“I expected her to disagree with me like always, not to faint.” He replied.
“Dermot, you have been gone a long while, things have changed here. Aoife and Finn Archid came to me months ago and asked me for my permission to start their courtship and tomorrow they were supposed to be getting married at the Abbey.” Mor admitted sullenly for she knew that she had gone against his wishes and she expected a harsh reaction.
“Mor, I know all about that. I have ways of finding out everything that goes on here. You knew I had forbidden it the first time, but we’ll talk about that later. I was made aware of the situation a while back so Finn has been taken cared of, he won’t be marrying Aoife tomorrow.” Dermot replied smugly. When he had found out about the would be nuptials he made sure he was back in Ireland in time. He ordered Finn to be taken to the castle he gave to Lord Richard De Clare and had him put into a secured room for safe keeping until Aoife and De Clare had wed.
“Dermot what have you done?” Mor asked with gritted teeth. “Aoife loves that boy Dermot. You will destroy your daughter if you have done something to him.”
“Nothing has been done yet. However, he is being held so he won’t be any trouble. Aoife will be fine, Lord De Clare is a wealthy baron, she will be very comfortable and she will become queen once I no longer rule. Both of my daughters will be queens someday.” Dermot responded proudly, completely unaware of the anguish he was causing his daughter.
“Just like you were fine? All things aside Dermot, I can attest to your complete unhappiness all these years. You loved Norah and not me and you were miserable. How can you make your daughter suffer the same way you did?” Mor asked with complete sincerity. She could not understand his logic.
“I knew you would bring up Norah eventually.” He replied unable to consider what she said to be anything other than jealousy.
“Trust me Dermot, I don’t care about that anymore. I am happier than I have been in many years.” She answered with a chuckle. “Where is Norah, Dermot?”
“Part of the negotiations stipulates that she be returned to O’Rourke.” Dermot answered trying to be nonchalant.
“Oh Dermot, is that what you want? All of this happened because of your need to be with her.” Mor questioned seriously.
“I want my kingdom more, and I want Aoife to be queen, which is why she needs to marry Richard De Clare! There will be no more discussion or mention of Finn Archid!” He yelled in a fit of rage and stormed out of the room.
When Aoife came to, she was in bed with Urlachen and her Mother standing over her. Out of desperation Aoife sat up quickly and tried to get out of bed. The look on her face was one of panic and confusion.
“No Aoife, I think you should stay where you are until the Doctor gets here, you were unconscious for a long time.” Her mother ordered sadly. She could barely look at her daughter, for she knew the situation was close to hopeless. Dermot was ruthless and only thought of his own needs, and changing his mind would be close to impossible.
“I don’t need a doctor! I need to get out of here! I need to get to Finn!” Aoife shouted with agitation. She swung her legs over hastily in order to vacate the bed. “Tell father I have gone and I am never going to see Lord de…whatever again!”
“No Aoife, I must tell you that I spoke with your father just now and he admitted that he already knew about tomorrow and your marriage to Finn. I am going to tell you what he told me but you need to remain calm.” Mor said with a low tone, almost unable to draw out the words. “He is holding Finn so you may not see each other. I am afraid he is serious about you marrying De Clare, and I don’t know what to do to change his mind.” She said while starting to weep. She wished she could overrule his decisions, but it just couldn’t be done. Urlachen couldn’t speak, she was overcome with sadness and shock for her sister, and felt completely helpless.
“He is holding him? Where? How can he do that? I need to see him Mother!” Aoife yelled and cried simultaneously. “I cannot marry that man out there!”
She felt woozy again and out of breath, but she ignored it. She needed to talk with her father and force him to release Finn, he would know what to do and where to go. Certainly they wouldn’t be staying here, they would need to leave and go as far away as they could. She really felt that her father had gone mad this time. “Where is father? I need to speak with him.” Aoife asked calmly wiping her tears.
“Maybe now isn’t the time Aoife. Rest a few minutes.” Her mother advised. She felt like striking Dermot, she had so much anger towards him that she felt she could kill him.
“No, I need to change his mind. I need to find out where Finn is.” She began to cry uncontrollably. Her mother and Urlachen hugged her desperately, trying to calm her down. At that moment Donnel came in reluctantly with a message. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the King would like to speak with Aoife. What should I tell him?” He asked in a soft manner, not knowing what else to say.
“No, tell him not now!” Mor yelled as Aoife interrupted.
“Yes, send him in Donnel. I need to speak with him as well.” Aoife answered wiping her tears and trying to regain her lost composure. “Mother, could I talk to him alone please?”
As Urlachen and Mor walked out, Dermot passed them on the way. Urlachen peered at him with a look of anger and sadness, and shook her head in disbelief. Dermott ignored them both and walked in. As he approached Aoife, he noticed she had been crying which made him feel slightly bad for her but not enough to change his agenda.
“Now Aoife, I know how you feel, but you must trust that I know what is best for you.” He explained calmly as she cut his sentence short.
“You mean what is best for you to get your kingdom back. You are using me to get what you want. I need Finn! Where is he father, where have you put him?” She cried inconsolably. “Now calm down Aoife. The faster you get used to this the easier it will be. Lord De Clare is a good man and he will take good care of you. You will be queen of our kingdom Aoife, why don’t you want that?” Dermot asked impatiently, not understanding why she would be so opposed to ruling her own homeland.
“I have never wanted that. I want to marry Finn and live in our cottage together. I will not marry anyone else father. I’d rather die first.” Aoife yelled defiantly.
“You are crossing the line Aoife! You will do what I say or life will become much worse for Finn. Don’t force my hand in doing something I don’t want to do. Marry De Clare and Finn can go free, until then he stays where he is.” Dermott warned below his breath. Aoife stood there for a moment feeling defeated. She knew her father wasn’t going to back down and as she looked at him she felt like she didn’t recognize this man who stood before her. She even felt slightly frightened. She needed to find out where Finn was so she could talk to him, she was sure he would know what to do.
In a calmer voice Aoife once again spoke to her father. “May I see Finn just to talk with him? We were supposed to marry tomorrow, I need to at least see him.” She begged quietly hoping to appeal to any decency he had left inside of him.
“I don’t think that is the best idea Aoife. You need to sever ties with him, and no longer see him. It will be easier for you this way.” Dermot replied feeling that maybe he had reached her.
“I love Finn. I will never love this other man, please reconsider father!” She said as she fell to her knees. Please do not make me do this, I will do anything else you say.”
“Aoife, you are making this harder on yourself, marriages are not always about love Aoife. Just do what you have to do. Meet with De Clare, you will like him, everyone does.” Dermot firmly pleaded impatiently. “I will not meet with him if I cannot see Finn.” She demanded as she turned away, unable to look at her father.
Dermot didn’t say anything and turned to leave. There was no more to be said. He would send De Clare in to talk with her, maybe then she would see things differently.
Aoife again started to cry. How could everything go from wonderful to grievous in such a short time? She was so close to having everything she wanted. A thought entered her mind that perhaps she was being punished for what she had done with Finn that night in the cottage. She turned her thoughts for she didn’t want to even entertain what else may have come from that night, especially now. She felt hopeless and believed she wasn’t meant for happiness. She would end up bitter like her mother and inhumane like her father, for she knew if she couldn’t have Finn she wouldn’t want anyone. At that moment a figure walked into the room so she turned and saw that it was Lord De Clare, she turned away to wipe her heavily tear stained face. She wished he would leave, he was the last person she wanted to see at that moment.
“May I talk with you Your Highness?” Lord De Clare asked very kindly as he took small steps toward her.
“Pardon me sir, but I don’t wish to see anyone at the moment.” She replied still not looking in his direction.
“If I could have only a few moments, I would be terribly grateful.” He paused to wait for a sign of disapproval, and when no reply was given he continued. “I’ve been told of your situation with the other man. I wanted to tell you that I had no idea you were already spoken for.” He said quietly, hoping to win favor with her for not being aware of her fathers’ actions.
“Did you know that my father has locked up the man I was to marry tomorrow?” She exploded as she interrupted him. She didn’t care that she was being impolite. Why bother with manners when her whole life was crashing down.
“I did not know that either and I am sorry, but your father is very determined to undergo this union. I think that once you are feeling better we may actually have something to talk about, and from that we can get to know one another.” He answered, as he noticed she wasn’t really being attentive to his logical reasoning.
“Why are you even here? Why Ireland? You are a noble from England, why do you want to live in our little country when you have land and wealth in a powerful country like England? Why do they call you Strongbow anyway?” She queried suspiciously, knowing that his answers were not likely to sway her judgment about him.
“Sit down with me please. I will be honest with you for this is the best way to start any relationship.” Aoife cringed when he said the word relationship, they would never have a relationship as far she was concerned. ”I was never given my birthright landholdings and I am ashamed to say that I am indebted to a number of influential individuals in England. This isn’t to say that I am financially unstable, I have a large amount of funds, but to live the lifestyle I am accustomed to, I need to increase my resources. Your father has promised me valuable land and the right to succeed him, that is reason enough to come here to Ireland. Oh yes, and a beautiful princess to take as my bride. As for my name, I am called Strongbow for the simple fact that my bow is quite larger than everyone else.” He added with a smile hoping to change the look of anger off of her face to one of a friendlier nature.
“I cannot be the wife you are looking for. I love another and that will never cease.” She answered without meeting his glance.
“Well, we shall see Your Highness, for now I will leave you to your rest. I hope you feel well soon, it was an honor meeting you.” He said as he bowed with a kind smile.
As he was leaving he felt quite eager to be in her presence again soon. He liked her fiery nature and her self confidence. In
England, a woman would never speak that way to a man and not expect harsh repercussions. It amused him and rather excited him. He would look forward to the day they would wed and hoped it would come very soon.
Upon his leaving Aoife thought to herself that she didn’t care that he was pleasant and polite. She would never be happy with anyone other than Finn. If only she knew where he was and how to get to him.
While this meeting took place, Finn was being held at the castle in a small room supplied only with a bed, a bench and a chamber bucket. He was being informed by Dermot’s advisor as to what why he was there, but was in such a rage he couldn’t understand what this man was talking about.
The advisor explained about Dermot’s return and his opposition to him marrying Aoife, but specifically did not mention the arrival of De Clare and their forthcoming marriage. Finn was perplexed as to why he was confined to this room. Certainly this could be worked out, unless the King was preventing tham from running away, which would most likely be the case. He was confused, and scared for Aoife for he didn’t know quite what was going on with her. He could only pace the floor and think of why this was happening. He needed to get to her as soon as he could.
on April 26, 2007 at 2:33 pm
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- On April 26, 2007 at 6:42 pm newcornwall Said: |Edit This Oh gosh this so so awful!!
I was crying for Aoife.
I hope Dermott ocmes down with a bad case of plague and dies instantly, or at least in time for Aoife to marry Finn anyway.~Tiffany - On April 27, 2007 at 4:28 am goldenvalley Said: |Edit This I heard you say that you are going to follow history so I think there isnt going to be a happy ending for Finn and Aoife poor girl. Aoife will have the same misery as her father, its a shame he doesnt understand that, I wonder what will become of Finn
- On April 27, 2007 at 6:48 am steffles Said: |Edit This Hmmm…I wonder if I can look any of it up =p
- On April 27, 2007 at 6:53 am steffles Said: |Edit This Okay, I just did. But it doesn’t mention anything about Finn, and King O’Rourke’s wife wasn’t named Norah…Nope, no happy ending for Aoife and Finn.
On April 27, 2007 at 8:25 am annej5 Said: |Edit This Finn is a character I made up to make it more interesting. I have only followed the course of the story, I have added all the details, and “Norah” is way better than “Dervorgilla”. - On April 27, 2007 at 12:40 pm steffles Said: |Edit This Ah. I figured as much.
Aoife’s Predicament (Ch. 19)
Chapter 19 MacMurrough/De Clare
End of the Quest-Sir Frank Dicksee
Meeting Aoife had been the single most thrilling moment Strongbow had experienced in a long while. He had courted many women, but none with the spice that Aofe possessed. She spoke her mind and he ejoyed that. The women back home were proper, and conditioned to please a man, not nearly genuine enough for him. He had seen Aoife’s true self and he was smitten. No woman ever lit his fire like she did.
As he rode back to his new castle, he was anxious to tell his brother about his strong attraction for his bride to be. Of course she would need some time to come around, but he wasn’t too concerned, he never had trouble appealing to women. William, his younger brother, came to Ireland with him along with his son Edward. Edward was 16 and had been motherless since birth. He had been raised by his father, his uncle Strongbow and a number of governeses, but he had always emulated uncle and wanted to follow in his footsteps.
Upon arriving, he instantly found William in the kitchen talking with one particular kitchen servant. He could see that his brother was wasting no time getting to know the women of the castle.
“William, how has your day been brother?” Strongbow asked with a sly grin.
“I suppose I am fine, I have been dealing with the lack of modern conveniences here but I presume we shall adapt.” He answered with a sigh, wondering why his brother was in such good spirits. “How did your meeting go with the King?”
“Very well, better than I assumed it would. The peace treaty is being signed and we are one more step closer to ruling this region.” He announced while sitting down for a bite to eat. “I also met his daughter and I must say I was pleasantly surprised.”
“Is she already swooning over you big brother?” He said with a chuckle. There had been a longstanding joke about Strongbow and his women.
“I am afraid that will take some time, she was to be married tomorrow to a commoner against her father’s wishes. The king has him held downstairs so he won’t be any trouble to us.” He paused for a moment and continued. “Wait until you meet her. She is stunning, with beautiful eyes. Her temper is so feisty, and she challenged everything I said. What an amazing girl.”
“How is that amazing? She sounds like trouble to me. I didn’t know there was a dungeon in this castle. I’ll be sure to tell Edward not to wander down there.” He replied not giving it a second thought that an innocent man was being detained right below him. He also didn’t like the sound of the situation, the whole of their future relied upon his brother marrying the King’s daughter. This scenario didn’t prove to be so optimistic.
Meanwhile, Aoife and her mother made the journey home and Aoife locked herself in her chamber. She didn’t want to see anyone, for this was the day she was supposed to have wed her beloved Finn. She felt alone and she didn’t care if she lived.
Dermot had set up the wedding date for the following Sunday at the castle chapel. No guests were needed, only Strongbow, Dermot and Aoife. He wasn’t sure if Mor and Urlachen would attend but he sent a message to them anyway. Either of them was speaking to him, but he knew in time they too would forgive him. The only problem he anticipated was getting Aoife to come willingly. He would have to talk with her again, a task he didn’t want to carry out. When he arrived at Mor’s manor, he went straight to Aoife’s chamber. He noticed she did not look well. She looked very pale and tired.
“Aoife, how are you? You don’t look well.” Dermot asked his daughter, truly concerned for her health.
“How do you expect me to feel father? Mother received your message about my upcoming wedding on Sunday, I am happy someone told me.” Aoife replied angrily.
“That is why I am here. I don’t want to argue with you Aoife. The decision has been made and the plans are set. Would you like to see Lord De Clare before Sunday to become more acquainted?” Dermot asked his daughter predicting what her answer would be.
“No father I want to see Finn!” She yelled as she started to weep once again. “I will not leave this room until I can talk to Finn.”
“If I let you say your goodbyes to this boy, will you come willingly to marry De Clare?” He asked conceding to the fact that this may be the only way to proceed with the wedding. This marriage had to take place for if it didn’t De Clare would leave
Ireland and take his army and his vassals with him, leaving Dermot to be overthrown once again.
“I just want to see him father, I miss him. How do you expect me to live with this other man, to kiss him, to…” She shouted as Dermot stopped her next sentence.
“Enough Aoife! You will learn to deal with it like everyone else. Most women enter marriage unfamiliar with their husband, you aren’t the only one. Life isn’t about romance and love, it is about money and power, and in your case, to produce an heir. As queen, your tasks will be to please your husband so he can rule effectively and to make sure he has an heir to inherit the kingdom.” Dermot shouted back hoping to talk sense into his obviously misguided daughter.
“Is that all I am good for Father? I am worth more than that, Finn has made me believe that. If Lord De Clare thinks the same way you do, then there is no chance for me. My life might as well be over.” Aoife answered sobbing uncontrollably.
“It is the way of the world Aoife.” He replied quietly, and after a long pause he continued. “If you are going to see Finn, you will have to give me your word now that you will wed De Clare on Sunday.” Dermott inquired calmly.
After a minute of careful thought, and with a heavy sigh Aoife walked to get her cloak. “I am ready father.” She replied looking coldly into her father’s eyes.
When they arrived at the castle, Strongbow eagerly met them in the great room. Seeing Aoife sent a chill through his body and he was enthralled.
“Good Evening your majesty, it is a pleasure to see you again your highness.” Strongbow said as he stared directly at Aoife.
“Hello Lord De Clare. Pardon our intrusion, are you settling in allright ?” Dermot asked him. He had given him the castle as part of the settlement for helping him regain control of the kingdom.
“Very well Your Majesty. May I introduce my Brother William. William this is Princess Aoife.” He said proudly, eager to hear what his brother would say about his soon to be wife.
“Very good to meet you your highness, my brother has told me much about you, some very fine compliments I might add.” William replied with a friendly smile.
“Nice to meet you as well.” Aoife said very quietly, she did not want to waste time making conversation, she needed to do what they were there to do. “I am afraid we cannot stay to talk. Father, may we go now?”
“Aoife remember your manners. Yes gentleman, we are here to attend to some business.” Dermot added, not really wanting to admit that they were there to see Finn.
“What business your majesty? May I be of assistance?” Strongbow asked inquisitively. Dermot pulled Strongbow to the side, away from the others and reluctantly told him that they were there for Aoife to say goodbye to Finn, the man locked up downstairs. When Strongbow heard this he was concerned.
“I don’t think that is very wise your majesty. If you allow her to see him, her feelings will only grow.” He said in a very disturbed manner.
“It was the only way she will give in to marrying you on Sunday. She wanted to say goodbye and she promised me that she would willingly come to the wedding.” Dermot whispered.
“Okay, I hope you are right. Maybe I should make a visit to our commoner friend down below, let him know that I will accept no trouble from him once he is released.” Strongbow suggested.
“You do what you have to do. She will be your wife in a few days, you don’t want any distractions.” Dermot agreed as he patted Strongbow’s shoulder.
Before they went downstairs Strongbow thought it best to have a word with Aoife. He walked to her and took her aside.
“Your father told me what you are here for. I think saying goodbye is a good thing for you. We want to begin our marriage without any disturbances. I am really looking forward to Sunday Aoife.” He whispered and then tried to touch her face softly with his hand.
“Excuse me sir, I do not wish to be touched in that manner, I have only met you two days ago.” Aoife said as she jerked his hand away. “I must go now.” Strongbow wasn’t offended by the reaction, he knew she would eventually feel the same way for him, it would take time.
As they walked downstairs she noticed a significant decrease in temperature. She couldn’t believe Finn was being subjected to this treatment. Father, it is so cold, how can you be so cruel?” She said sadly as she began to weep again. She hadn’t cried so much in her life, her eyes were actually red and sore from all the moisture.
“I am sure the temperature is not bothering him, he is a man, he can take it.” Dermot replied as they arrived at the door of his containment. “I will let you go in alone but I will be waiting outside. Explain what the situation is, say your goodbyes and tell him he will be released after you have wed Richard on Sunday. Aoife, I am warning you, if anything troubling should occur once he is released, I will have no choice but to banish him or worse. Make sure he is aware of the that.”
Aoife didn’t answer her Father, instead she tried to compose herself before going through the heavy door. When she walked into the tiny, cold room, she saw Finn sitting on the edge of the bed, looking as bad she had ever seen him. They ran to each other and embraced passionately. Aoife started to cry harder and Finn choked back his own tears. “How I have missed you, I knew you would come. How did you get here?” Finn asked not wanting to release her.
“My father let me see you, but only because I forced him. There is so much going on Finn, I am afraid to even say the words. I don’t want to tell you.” She sobbed.
“Whatever it is, we can handle it. Tell me Aoife, I don’t even know what is going on out there.” He replied desperately, afraid himself of hearing the true horror of what was taking place.
“Oh God Finn! He is forcing me to marry a Norman Nobleman from England! I tried to fight it but nothing will change his mind.” Aoife spoke not able to meet his eyes.
“What do you mean? Why an Englishman?” He asked, confused beyond recognition. With terror radiating from his body which began to shake slightly.
“This man brought his army here to help him regain the kingdom, in return he was promised lands, the succession of my father’s title and the right to marry me. They are serious Finn, I cannot change his mind, what do I do? We don’t have long, father will be retrieving me very soon.” She explained not believing she was actually telling this to the man she loved.
Finn was in a daze, he could hardly understand what he was telling him. How could she marry someone else? He asked himself, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He just hugged her fiercely, hoping she would keep him from collapsing. “I don’t know what to do Aoife.” He whispered into her ear. Many thoughts careened through his brain. What seemed like minutes later, Finn just spoke his thoughts.
“What about us Aoife? What about our night in the cottage? Have you thought of that? I have been thinking about it while I have been here, how can you marry this man when you could be carrying my baby? How will you know who…?”
His voice stopped at the thought of what this all meant. Aoife could only stare at him, she couldn’t speak. She had given the possibility some thought, a second here and there. She had been so distraught she hadn’t even paid any attention to the signs her body may have given her. Her sister had told her the symptoms of pregnancy she had experienced. She quickly thought of the fainting episode when this all started, how her stomach had been in knots, causing her to throw up several times. She was dizzy and sickly as well, but these all could be related to the upheaval her life had taken the past few days. Only time would tell. Her head began to spin as she brought these thoughts up.
For the next few minutes they could only hold each other, they didn’t want to speak about the inevitable event that would take place in only three days. However, Finn’s mind was racing. “Aoife do what your father has told you to do with out a fight. I will soon be released and then we will figure out how to fix this. Just promise me one thing.” Finn asked quietly.
“Anything Finn, I will do anything you ask. ” She answered sincerely, without losing his gaze.
“Do not let that man touch you. Do whatever you have to do to keep him away from you. I will find a way to get to you and we will leave and go as far away as we can.” He said boldly, without waver.
“I won’t let him near me, but please don’t leave me for any reason.” Aoife cried as she fell into his arms.
“I will never let you go Aoife.” He answered looking directly into her feeble eyes.
on April 28, 2007 at 9:27 pm
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- On April 29, 2007 at 3:28 pm newcornwall Said: |Edit This Oh!Oh!~cries~This is so bittersweet….~Tiffany
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The Wedding (ch. 20)
(An actual painting of the wedding of Strongbow and Aoife, painted many years after the actual event)
Chapter 20 MacMurrough/De Clare
The day of the wedding Aoife awoke dreading the day that lay ahead of her. Her mother had left her wedding dress laying out for her to wear, but Aoife had decided that she wouldn’t wear the dress that was specifically made for her wedding to Finn that should have occurred the week before. She would find something more plane and suitable for a day of sorrow rather than joy. Mor and Urlachen would be there for Aoife, not to support the marriage but to be there for her, for they knew this day would be difficult and heart wrenching for an already fragile Aoife. They helped her get ready in silence, neither wanting to bring up the day ahead, but rather keeping the conversation light and off topic. It was all they could do to keep from bursting into tears, the look on Aoife’s face was agonizing.
Strongbow awoke with a smile. He never imagined he would be so eager to marry, he never entertained the idea before. At first he considered this union to be more of a strategic move, never did he imagine that he would be so besotted with a woman. There was a mystical attraction that he had never experienced before. He rose out of bed, washed and dressed carefully, taking care to look especially fine for his bride.
The day before he had made an unplanned visit to Finn’s holding chamber below and was somewhat surprised at his appearance. Finn wasn’t at all what he had expected. He was strong, not exactly a big man, but he seemed like he could hold his own. He was pleased to see that he was rather scruffy and not as distinguished as himself. He didn’t see what the attraction could be. As he walked in he took on a threatening demeanor and was determined to scare this boy who was at least ten years his junior.
“You! Boy, get up!” He yelled at a sleeping Finn.
“Who are you?” Finn asked furiously as he had only seen Dermot’s advisor to deliver him food and water while he had been there.
“I am Strongbow, the man who will wed Aoife tomorrow morning.” He replied rather smugly. He was bigger than Finn and more intimidating, but this did not alarm Finn. Although, at this admission Finn felt rage intensifying within him. He wanted to take hold of this arrogant being and eradicate him, if he had had his sword it wouldn’t take but a minute.
“I know this was forced upon you, but if you lay one hand on her I will kill you.” Finn threatened.
“Don’t be a menace boy. After tomorrow she will belong to me to do whatever I please.” He said, taunting Finn. With this comment he lunged at him with every will in his body. Strongbow then grabbed his dagger and put it to Finn’s throat. “I could very easily make all of this much simpler right this minute. Come near her and your days will end.” Strongbow warned violently.
“You think by killing me you will gain her favor?” Finn asked with a gritted fierce voice.
‘I won’t need her favor, she will be mine.” He answered flippantly, knowing very well that he needed to win her love as well. “Don’t cross me boy. Go about your life, Aoife stays with me.”
Strongbow turned slightly to leave, but his stare still penetrated Finn’s eyes. When the door slammed tight, Finn was distraught with despair.
When Dermot arrived to bring Aoife and Mor to the chapel, he felt elated. This day would put to rest the bargain he made with Strongbow. All debts would be paid and Dermot would have his kingdom to rule for many years to come until his death. His bloodline would continue the royal tradition. Aoife’s future son would rule Leinster, and Urlachen’s son Donnchad would rule neighboring Thomand. His lineage would be passed through the generations as well as his name. A big return for all that he had to endure.
The chapel was fittingly decorated. Father Flanagan stood stoically at the alter, somewhat unsure about the circumstances. When Aoife was brought in, Father Flanagan gave her a knowing look, for he had taken her confession the week before.
Dermot had explained to him the situation and the priest could only give Aoife a look of sympathy with a hint of shame behind it. There were only three people in the world who knew what had happened that night in the cottage. Aoife positioned herself and stared at the ground, avoiding his eyes. Disbelief encompassed her expression as she felt like this could all be a dream, a dream that could end any minute. Her mother and Urlachen stood by her for support. It had entered Mor’s mind briefly that she could very well catch her this time if she fainted.
When Strongbow entered with his brother William and his nephew Edward, he walked straight to Mor to greet her warmly. Mor didn’t want to be impolite so she was cordial. She couldn’t blame him solely, for it wasn’t his handiwork which designed this unpleasant union. That honor belonged to Dermot with whom she didn’t even make eye contact with, not that he noticed even slightly. He was in a hurry to get these nuptials over and done with, so he hurried everyone into their positions.
At the beginning of the ceremony, Aoife felt a rush of blood flood her face, and she began to breathe rapidly. Strongbow stood there proudly gazing at her but with a sense of urgency towards the priest to make haste. Aoife stared downward focusing on the stone floor trying to steady herself. While Father Flanagan proceeded with the service, he noticed a change in the coloring of her face. He was concerned for her so he asked her if she needed to sit. Both Dermot and Strongbow interjected immediately.
“My daughter is well. You are well aren’t you Aoife?” Dermot asked quickly.
“Everyone is nervous on their wedding day.” Strongbow said with a forced chuckle which was only joined by his brother William.
“Yes, I am well father.” Aoife answered quietly, feeling her stomach flutter, most likely form hunger she thought. That flutter turned into a knot and Aoife felt herself sweating slightly. Her stomach took a turn for the worse and then without warning Aoife fled in a dead run for the door, only to become sick on the green carpet of grass outside the chapel door.
on May 3, 2007 at 6:44 pm
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- On May 4, 2007 at 12:54 am Yicke Said: |Edit This What if Finn’s bloodline would rule the kingdom…Sweet little Aeofe, you might have just saved the day. If he finds out you are pregnant, he may not want you any more…
- On May 4, 2007 at 4:37 am newcornwall Said: |Edit This Oh I am crying for her right now…~Tiffany
