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Authors: Cora Harrison
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Mystery & Detective
Ardal O’Lochlainn’s face brightened. ‘So can I bring a case against him on the next judgement day?’
‘I think it would be better to talk it over with Garrett first,’ said Mara hastily, having spotted a disturbance over at the market cross. A fight would break out there soon, she thought, if someone did not intervene quickly.
‘And he has done the same thing on the other side, on Teige O’Brien’s land,’ Ardal continued, oblivious to the commotion behind him. He was a man of single mind. He reminded Mara of a dog she had once, which was so obsessed with digging holes that he would even ignore a rainstorm and stay digging rather than retreat to his cosy bed in the stables.
‘I’ll consult my law texts and let you know,’ she promised and hurriedly made her way to the market cross.
The crowd had gathered around a trader selling linen. He was a small man with a thin face and a back that looked permanently bowed by the weight of his pack.
‘What’s the trouble?’ she asked crisply.
The crowd immediately fell into a respectful silence and parted to allow her to go through. She took a quick glance around. A large roll of coarse unbleached linen was lying on top of an open pack on the ground and beside it a pair of iron shears. The trader picked them up hastily and stuffed them into his pack. Then he began to roll up the linen.
‘Diarmuid, what is happening here?’ Mara quickly picked out a neighbour of hers, a man she could trust.
‘Well, Brehon,’ said Diarmuid, his freckled face worried and his sandy brows drawn together with a frown. ‘It seems as if a lot of people have got short measure from this man, Guaire O’Brien from the kingdom of Corcomroe.’
Corcomroe was only a mile or so from Noughaval, but the people of the Burren were intensely clannish. The O‘Brien clan of the Burren were liked and respected by their neighbours, as were O’Lochlainn, O‘Connor or even MacNamara, but it was a different matter with an O’Brien from Corcomroe. Traders from Corcomroe were scrutinized
carefully and any small infringements of the laws of weights and measures pointed out instantly. However, there seemed to be more than a small infringement here. There was an immediate chorus of assent to Diarmuid’s words. Women were pulling out lengths of linen from their baskets and holding them up in front of her, indignantly clamouring to be heard.
carefully and any small infringements of the laws of weights and measures pointed out instantly. However, there seemed to be more than a small infringement here. There was an immediate chorus of assent to Diarmuid’s words. Women were pulling out lengths of linen from their baskets and holding them up in front of her, indignantly clamouring to be heard.
‘How is this?’ asked Mara. ‘The measuring line is here, on the market cross. It is plain for everyone to see. There is the inch line and there is the yard line. Haven’t you been using that?’ she demanded sharply of the trader. He had the face of a thief, she thought. His eyes were sly and his mouth was tight.
‘He pretends to use it, Brehon,’ said Aine O’Heynes, ‘and then at the last moment he moves the cloth. I was watching him, because when I took the cloth out to show it to my daughter, I thought it looked short-measure so I came back and watched him carefully.’
‘Let me have the cloth, Aine,’ said Mara, stretching out her hand.
‘That was supposed to be four yards,’ Aine told her. ‘That was what I asked for and that was what I paid for.’
‘Measure the cloth for me,’ Mara firmly requested, holding it out to the man, Guaire.
He took it from her and held it stretched between his two hands as he lined it up with the stark black horizontal lines on the well-scrubbed base of the market cross. It was almost half a foot short of the four yards.
‘I’ll throw in an extra foot,’ he said hastily.
‘You won’t,’ said Mara severely. ‘You will cut a new piece of that same linen and you will make sure that it is
exactly four yards in length. Is there anyone else who needs their cloth to be remeasured?’
exactly four yards in length. Is there anyone else who needs their cloth to be remeasured?’
A crowd of women surged forward and Mara groaned inwardly. She didn’t relish the thought of standing there, overseeing, for the next hour. In any case, down the road from the market square she could see a crowd of young men following a trundling cart. The air was still and slightly frosty, and the sound of angry voices carried well. She fixed a stern eye on Guaire and announced clearly: ‘Anyone with any further complaint come and find me.’
Rapidly she moved to the outer wall of the market. She could see that the heavily laden cart was accompanied by a man on horseback. Mara narrowed her eyes against the low sun and then tightened her lips. Yes, it was Ragnall MacNamara, on his white horse, and behind the cart was a group of men led by a huge giant of a man, an angry man judging by the tone of his voice. Mara stopped and stood very still. Fintan MacNamara, the blacksmith, was a great bull of a man and now he was roaring his disapproval and anger. She could hear his voice clearly now rising over the gruff voices of his supporters.
‘You can tell the
taoiseach
that I’m not paying this extra tribute. Why should we pay a tribute to the
ban tighernae
? It’s never been done before in the MacNamara clan and if I have anything to do with it, it will never be asked for again. I’ll tell the MacNamara that to his face, himself.’
taoiseach
that I’m not paying this extra tribute. Why should we pay a tribute to the
ban tighernae
? It’s never been done before in the MacNamara clan and if I have anything to do with it, it will never be asked for again. I’ll tell the MacNamara that to his face, himself.’
So that was it. Garrett MacNamara was a man in his thirties, who had recently succeeded his father as
taoiseach
to the MacNamara clan. He had taken a wife in the early summer and now the tenants were expected to pay for the lady’s expensive tastes. It was strange having an extra tribute
for the
ban tighernae,
the lord’s lady, but not unknown. Mara took another step forward and then continued waiting, standing in the exact centre of the laneway. She had not seen Garrett MacNamara at the fair, but no doubt he was expected there. Like the O’Lochlainn steward, Ragnall MacNamara would expect to gather some of the tribute from the members of the MacNamara clan who thronged the market and it was customary for a
taoiseach
to come and publicly thank his clansmen on those occasions. In the meantime it might be possible for her to avert a fight by virtue of her authority.
taoiseach
to the MacNamara clan. He had taken a wife in the early summer and now the tenants were expected to pay for the lady’s expensive tastes. It was strange having an extra tribute
for the
ban tighernae,
the lord’s lady, but not unknown. Mara took another step forward and then continued waiting, standing in the exact centre of the laneway. She had not seen Garrett MacNamara at the fair, but no doubt he was expected there. Like the O’Lochlainn steward, Ragnall MacNamara would expect to gather some of the tribute from the members of the MacNamara clan who thronged the market and it was customary for a
taoiseach
to come and publicly thank his clansmen on those occasions. In the meantime it might be possible for her to avert a fight by virtue of her authority.
‘Tell me what the trouble is, Fintan,’ she said crisply as the cart drew near. With one hand she signalled to Ragnall to stop the cart and then turned a listening attentive face towards Fintan.
‘Well, this is the way it is, Brehon,’ said Fintan in a conciliatory tone. ‘I paid my tribute to the MacNamara early this month. He was telling me that he wanted a pair of new gates for his tower house at Carron. I supplied them and I fitted them. Fifteen feet high and ten feet wide, they were.’
‘Yes.’ Mara nodded. ‘I’ve seen them, Fintan, and they do you credit.’
‘Well, as you can imagine, Brehon,’ Fintan continued in mollified tones, ‘I thought that would be enough of a tribute for any reasonable man, but when I was off at Caherconnell shoeing the physician’s horses, Ragnall comes along and takes those four candlesticks from my forge and tells my lad that the
taoiseach
requires them as my tribute for the
ban tighernae.’
taoiseach
requires them as my tribute for the
ban tighernae.’
‘Let me see the candlesticks,’ said Mara. She moved closer to the cart.
The branched candlesticks were at the bottom of the cart
and surrounded by firkins of butter, baskets of eggs, linen bags of goose down and a few large round cheeses. There seemed to be no doubt that the MacNamara was exacting a very big tribute from his clan this Michaelmas. The candlesticks were beautifully made; each one of them branched to hold eight candles. Fintan had probably hoped to sell them to the king, Mara surmised. They were too fine for most people on the Burren.
and surrounded by firkins of butter, baskets of eggs, linen bags of goose down and a few large round cheeses. There seemed to be no doubt that the MacNamara was exacting a very big tribute from his clan this Michaelmas. The candlesticks were beautifully made; each one of them branched to hold eight candles. Fintan had probably hoped to sell them to the king, Mara surmised. They were too fine for most people on the Burren.
‘And that’s not the whole of the story,’ went on Fintan. ‘He went to Eoin’s farm and took three, instead of the usual two, bags of sheep’s wool and he took them while Eoin himself was up Abbey Hill. He shouted at Eoin’s wife and made her give it, and she with six small children there on her own!’
Mara frowned; it sounded as if Ragnall MacNamara had been unnecessarily autocratic.
‘You may take your candlesticks, Fintan, if you wish,’ she said grimly. ‘They should not have been taken from your forge without your permission. However, you may wish to see your
taoiseach
and talk over the matter with him first,’ she added. Garrett MacNamara already had a reputation for bearing a grudge for a long time and Fintan, despite his brave talk, would hesitate to incur his enmity. ‘Eoin,’ she said, turning to face the tall young farmer, ‘since your wife gave the extra bag I cannot authorize you to take it back now. The law says that she has equal rights to the property that you both work on. What you must do, and what I would advise all of you to do, is to send a request to your
taoiseach
to meet you and to lay down the tribute that will be expected of you in the future. If you wish, the meeting can take place today and I will be present to tell you what the law will or will not sanction. Will that content you?’
taoiseach
and talk over the matter with him first,’ she added. Garrett MacNamara already had a reputation for bearing a grudge for a long time and Fintan, despite his brave talk, would hesitate to incur his enmity. ‘Eoin,’ she said, turning to face the tall young farmer, ‘since your wife gave the extra bag I cannot authorize you to take it back now. The law says that she has equal rights to the property that you both work on. What you must do, and what I would advise all of you to do, is to send a request to your
taoiseach
to meet you and to lay down the tribute that will be expected of you in the future. If you wish, the meeting can take place today and I will be present to tell you what the law will or will not sanction. Will that content you?’
There was murmur of talk and Mara waited patiently. There was a look of sour triumph on Ragnall’s face. Would his master reward him adequately for the hatred that he incurred on the Burren, she wondered, or did the man enjoy his unpopularity? It made her wonder what sort of life that kitten-like daughter of his enjoyed, cooped up with a sour and hated father in the remote house at Shesmore.
‘We’ll stick together,’ announced Fintan. ‘I’ll leave the candlesticks for the moment – for the moment only,’ he warned, bringing his large fist down heavily on the side of the cart. ‘And you, Ragnall, tell the MacNamara that we need to meet with him and to talk to him.’
‘He will be here at the market soon,’ said Ragnall sourly. ‘You can tell him yourselves then.’
‘Well, that’s ideal then,’ said Mara firmly. ‘I’ll wait with you.’
By the time Garrett arrived, the crowd of MacNamara clansmen had grown larger and more menacing. Mara felt irritated with herself. The right thing to do would have been for her to have invited Garrett to come to the law school at Cahermacnaghten and to have talked with him privately before he met with his aggrieved clan. He was a new
taoiseach,
recently married, touchy about his rights and immensely ambitious. He would not take kindly to being told his duty in public.
taoiseach,
recently married, touchy about his rights and immensely ambitious. He would not take kindly to being told his duty in public.
‘Here he is,’ said Fintan, his deep strong voice cutting across the market place chatter.
Quickly, Mara moved across to talk to Ragnall. If she were busy chatting to the steward when Garrett arrived then her presence would seem less formal, less of a challenge to an
insecure and newly appointed
taoiseach.
Niall MacNamara, she noticed, was no longer beside the cart. Perhaps his duties were over for the day. Perhaps Ragnall would find someone else to take the cart to the tower house at the end of the afternoon. He had the reputation of being a skinflint and he would not want to pay Niall any money over the minimum necessary.
insecure and newly appointed
taoiseach.
Niall MacNamara, she noticed, was no longer beside the cart. Perhaps his duties were over for the day. Perhaps Ragnall would find someone else to take the cart to the tower house at the end of the afternoon. He had the reputation of being a skinflint and he would not want to pay Niall any money over the minimum necessary.
‘How’s your daughter?’ she asked chattily, after a quick glance around to make certain that Maeve MacNamara was nowhere to be seen.
‘She’s well,’ Ragnall answered, sounding bewildered.
‘How old is she now?’ asked Mara with one eye on the tall figure of Garrett who was now making his way through the cluster of his clansmen. She noticed that he did not greet them with the elaborate courtesy of the O’Lochlainn, or the joking friendliness of the O’Connor, but contented himself with a few curt nods.
‘She’s sixteen,’ said Ragnall after a long pause, in which he managed to convey that the Brehon should mind her own business.
‘Sixteen?’ Mara was genuinely surprised. ‘Well, how time passes! I would have thought she was only about thirteen or fourteen. Is she here today?’ she asked innocently.
‘No, she has plenty to do at home,’ said Ragnall dismissively. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me, Brehon …’
Mara did not move but stood there smiling: Garrett MacNamara had arrived. He looked as if he expected trouble, she noticed, but then perhaps, with his fleshy, protruding nose and his heavily swelling lower lip jutting out from the receding chin, he always did look like a man about to start a
fight. He could not have failed to notice the atmosphere of tension and how his clansmen had formed themselves into a solid crowd at his back. He did not waste time greeting Mara, or his steward, but turned and faced them.
fight. He could not have failed to notice the atmosphere of tension and how his clansmen had formed themselves into a solid crowd at his back. He did not waste time greeting Mara, or his steward, but turned and faced them.
‘Well?’ he asked.
Fintan, the blacksmith, came to the front.
‘My lord, we are finding your taxes too heavy,’ he said bluntly. ‘More has been taken from us in tribute than has ever been taken before.’
Garrett frowned at him and allowed a long silence to develop and to fill the space after the angry words. Several of the clan shifted uneasily and looked as if they wished they had not come along. The reliance of the clan on the leadership and protection of their
taoiseach
was absolute. The
taoiseach
was elected from the ruling kin-group and once elected had great power — unless, of course, there was a rebellion against him.
taoiseach
was absolute. The
taoiseach
was elected from the ruling kin-group and once elected had great power — unless, of course, there was a rebellion against him.
‘The tribute was too low under the rule of my father,’ said Garrett eventually. ‘He was a very old man and he had made no changes for a long time.’
‘And what about my candlesticks?’ asked Fintan angrily. ‘I had already paid my dues with that pair of gates for your avenue. Ragnall came and took four candlesticks while I was out.’
‘Did you do that, Ragnall?’ Mara asked innocently. She moved decisively forward and every eye turned towards her. ‘Well, in that case, I would say that you put yourself outside the law.’
Garrett turned enquiringly to Ragnall and the steward did not hesitate.
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