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Updated: May 1, 2025
"So you have again broken my rede, Brian Buidh, for this man knows you not as his master, but names you his friend. I bade you take, not give." "It was your own advice," retorted Brian, laughing. "Aye, since you asked it, I found the way out. But you have not conquered him." "He conquered me by not telling a lie," said Cathbarr simply. "I serve him."
Now, standing on the castle ramparts overlooking Lough Oughter, Yellow Brian stared moodily out at the lake. His identity had been revealed to none, and the name of Brian Buidh had little meaning to any in Ireland. Years since he who was The O'Neill, the same whom the English called Earl of Tyr-owen, had fled with his family from the land. His eldest son John had settled at the Spanish court.
"You mistake me, lady," he said earnestly, his blue eyes softening darkly. "I propose this only as a stepping-stone to my own ambition. Soon there will be a sweep of war through the coasts, and I would have a roof over my head. Is it good?" She rose and held out her hands to him. "It is good, Brian Buidh. Give me fealty-oath, for Bertragh Castle alone."
It was at this same curve that Brian Buidh had first met the Dark Master, and it was here he had set that trap which had won him tribute for the Bird Daughter.
When we had this news of you from Galway, a week since, I sent off a galley to find Blake at the Cove of Cork and seek aid of him. Also my kinsmen will return to Gorumna before going home to Erris, and we are not in hard case here. So now get rested, Brian Buidh, and afterward we will see what may be done.
"Murrough, have men sent to meet these royalists with food and wines, and if they are bound hither we will entreat them softly and send them home again empty. Now let us enjoy Brian Buidh a while though he has stood up but poorly. It is in my mind that we will nail him up to-morrow." With that Brian felt the whip stroking across his naked back.
I take fealty and do not give it. My name is indeed Brian Buidh, and as for that ring, it was a gift from Owen Ruadh." "Owen Ruadh died two days since," she said softly, watching his face. "I had word of it this morning." At that he started, and Cathbarr's eyes widened in fear of magic. Owen Ruadh had lain on the other side of Ireland, and three months would have been fast for such news to travel.
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