BRIAN GOES A CRUISING.
Above the head of Bertraghboy Bay there was a swooping curve in the hill
road. 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 first he had ridden that road Brian had had
a score of lusty men at his back; on the second occasion he had headed a
hundred and four-score; but when he drew rein there a week after that
fight at Claregalway bridge there was with him only old Turlough Wolf,
and their horses were sorry skeletons like themselves.
"We are somewhat worse than when we twain started out together," laughed
Brian bitterly. "Then we had full bellies at the least, but now we have
naught."
"There are men coming, master," said Turlough, hanging weakly to his
saddle. "I think they are our castle watchers."
Very gaunt was Brian that day, and nigh spent with his wounds and hunger
and weariness. During the week that had passed since the Dark Master
slipped away from him, nothing but evil had come upon him.
First they had tried to slip past to the north of the city, and had
reached the Lough Corrib River, and could even faintly hear the bells of
St. Nicholas below, when a half-troop of horse fell upon them. Then in
desperation Brian's men smote for the last time, and put the royalists
to flight; but there Brian lost the most of his men. However, he got
fresh horses, and so fled eastward again when more men were seen
approaching.
What chanced in the six days following is not fully set forth, for Brian
got little glory from it. One by one he lost his men, and at length was
forced north again to the shores of Lough Corrib, with men riding hot
and fast to catch him. With Turlough Wolf alone left to him, he had made
shift to cross the lake in a leaky fisherman's boat, the horses swimming
behind, and so came into the O'Flahertys' country.
There word had also gone forth against him, but because of the pact
between them, Murrough of the Kine sped him in peace through Iar
Connaught, and at length Brian had won home again with joyless heart.
As Turlough said, men were coming, and they were Brian's own men who
watched the roads. From them he got food and wine and two fresh horses,
and with the afternoon they rode down to Bertragh in worse shape than
they had ridden from it. Brian was the less heartened when he saw two of
Nuala O'Malley's ships in the bay, and knew that she must be at the
castle.
Indeed, before they reached the gates the Bird Daughter rode out to meet
them, with Cathbarr striding before her. When the woman saw Brian's face
her violet eyes filled with tears, and when he dismounted and kissed her
hand and would have spoken, she stayed him.
"Nay, we know enough of the story for now, Brian. First rest and eat,
then talk."
Brian guessed straightway that pigeons had come from her men in Galway
telling of those ridings about the city, and that she had come over to
Bertragh in anxiety; and this was the truth indeed.
Turlough Wolf hied him away and slept, but Brian sat about a table in
the hall with Cathbarr and Nuala. He was very worn and weary, but when
he had eaten and drunk he refused to sleep yet a while, and told how
that storm had fared north and what had come of it.
"So I have lost a hundred and fifty hard-won men," he concluded
gloomily. "I would not grudge them if the Dark Master had fallen, but he
is in Galway, and the Millhaven pirates will be down to meet him, and
that means war on Bertragh."
"I will be glad of that," said Cathbarr simply. "I am sound again and
have been sharpening up this ax of mine."
Nuala smiled and put her hand across the table to lay it on Brian's.
"Success would be of little worth, Yellow Brian," she said softly, and
her eyes steadied him, "if it were won without reverses. Few men have
the luck to win always, and a touch of defeat is not an ill thing,
perhaps. 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. Those Millhaven men have not yet passed
Erris, or I would have word of it by pigeon, so they have doubtless
delayed to plunder in Sligo or Killala."
Brian looked into her eyes, and from that moment he began to put behind
him all thoughts of capturing that Millhaven castle for himself or of
placing himself out of touch with Nuala O'Malley. He went to his chamber
as she bade, and slept that night and the next day and the night after,
waking on the second morning still empty of sleep and seeming more weary
than when he had laid down.
This was but seeming, however, and when he had bathed and eaten he felt
more like himself than for many a day.
Cathbarr had departed at dawn with a wagon-load of powder to trade for
kine with his O'Flaherty kinsmen in the hills, and before Brian had
broken his fast one of the galleys from Gorumna came over with three
pigeons for Nuala. The cage was brought to her as she sat at meat with
Brian in the hall, and she opened the tiny messages with all the
delighted anticipation of a girl.
"This is from that galley I sent to Cork," she exclaimed, laying down
the first. "It merely reports safe arrival and the delivery of my letter
to Blake, who is leaving there before long. Now for the--ah!"
"Good news or bad?" smiled Brian easily, as animation flashed into her
face. She looked up at him with a rippling laugh.
"Both, Brian! This is from Erris, and says that the O'Donnell seamen
have made a landing at Ballycastle under Downpatrick Head, and will
likely put to sea again in a day or two. They will give Erris a wide
berth, never fear, and that means that they will make no pause until
they come to Galway."
The third message was from Galway itself, and said that the Dark Master
was biding the coming of those Millhaven men, and had been promised both
horsemen and shot if they came, so that Bertragh might be taken and held
for Ireland against the Parliament.
"It is not taken yet," laughed Nuala as old Turlough came shuffling up,
and they gave him the sele of the day merrily enough. "You had best keep
these birds, Brian, so that if there is any need you may send me
messages to Gorumna. Now, shall we bide here until the Dark Master comes
against us?"
"I thought you were going to take me cruising with you?" smiled Brian,
but at that Turlough struck in and asked what the messages were. When he
had heard them he stood pulling at his gray beard for a little, then
turned to Brian.
"How is your body, master?"
"Well enough," said Brian, feeling his head. "Save for this beard, which
now I may not cut for a time."
He intended to abide by that oath of his, and so his beard was growing
out and his hair as well, of which latter he was glad.
Since he had ever kept his face clean shaven, however, the beard was not
to his liking. He was quite unaware that it built out his face greatly
and made him grimmer-looking than before, and yet so young were his blue
eyes except when he was in anger that it was not hard for Nuala to
believe that he was only two years older than herself.
None the less, she made great sport of his beard, saying that it curled
at the end like a drake's tail, as indeed it did; and as Brian only
repaid her laughter with the open wonder and admiration that he held for
her, there was great good-comradeship between them.
"There is still one chance for stopping the Dark Master," said Turlough
thoughtfully. "If we cut off those pirate ships on their way south he is
not like to get much help from Galway."
"Oh--and I never thought of it!" cried Nuala, staring at him.
Turlough chuckled. "That was spoken like a woman, mistress! If the rede
seems good we could lay aboard men from here for fighting, and sail out
with those two ships of yours."
Now Brian's heart filled with new hope, and after no long discussion
they decided to adopt the plan. Nuala was of the opinion that a short
cruise would do Brian great good, so they decided to set off that
evening in her two ships, leaving Turlough to keep the castle against
Cathbarr's return.
Had they taken Turlough Wolf with them or had Brian been less
close-mouthed on his return from that cruise, the evil that befell might
have been averted. The old man was cunning and swift at piercing beneath
the craft of other men and turning it back upon themselves; but as
Brian's mind lost its bitterness at his own failure it gained joy at
being with the Bird Daughter, while Nuala had no less friendship and
liking for him, so that neither of them gave much thought to O'Donnell
Dubh who lay in Galway and bided his time after his own fashion.
Once having reached their decision, they hastened it somewhat and sent
men and muskets aboard the two ships at noon. Nuala wished to sail first
to Gorumna Castle and make all safe there, then reach back for Slyne
Head. She proposed that Brian take one carack and she the other, but at
this Brian laughed.
"No, lady--I am no seaman, and I am your guest on this cruise, so I go
with you."
"Well, you shall have good guesting," she answered, flushing a little,
but her eyes not flinching from his, and so they went aboard her ship
together.
Having two hundred men still, Brian had put fifty on each ship in case
they met with those pirates, who were like to give good battle. Also
Turlough had hopes that many of Brian's men would win home from that
riding of his yet, since a large part of them had dropped out by the way
or had been left behind with wounds. And in the end, indeed, fifty or
less did find their way back.
Before night they made Gorumna Castle, and Brian found why they had come
here first. With her Kerry recruits, Nuala had a hundred and eighty men,
so she had set to work to build a tower and small keep on the opposite
island, that Gorumna itself might be more easily defended. Also she had
taken some falconets and two bastards out of a large French ship, and
had set about building a battery outside the castle that would overlook
the harbor.
"That will be better than good when it is done," said Brian approvingly.
"But you had best get it done speedily. When we come back from this
cruise you shall take this hundred men of mine, for I will not need them
until the Dark Master comes, and of that we shall have good warning."
This she was glad of, and she was glad because Brian had found her work
well planned; nor did either of them suspect what grief that loan of a
hundred men was to bring upon Brian.
They paused only to sup at Gorumna, then set forth again, and by dawn
were off Slyne Head with a light breeze behind them. Nuala would take no
chance of missing those Millhaven men, so instead of going north among
the islands she turned her ships and beat off Slyne all that day, seeing
no sail save fishing-craft.
Those were pleasant hours for Brian, for the sea was fair and he had
naught to do but sit with the Bird Daughter. He found himself drawn ever
closer to her, admiring her wit and fairness as he did, and he fancied
that she was by no means unwilling to talk with him and open her mind
as she did to few men. Yet he remembered that he was no more than her
vassal, a landless man in truth.
That night the two caracks separated, standing well off the land and
keeping good watch, but no sign did they catch of the O'Donnell pirates.
Toward morning a stiff wind came upon them from the west, and Brian's
men, being all landsmen, got no great joy out of that cruise.
"This wind is like to hold," said Nuala, laughing as she stood on the
poop with Brian that morning and watched the decks. "I am afraid that we
might as well give over this attempt, Brian. Your men will be in no
shape to fight. What think you?"
"Right," nodded Brian slowly, for he saw that those men of his were
worse than useless with their sickness.
So they turned about and drove before the wind, but before ever they had
got past Slyne Head the men aloft descried a sail to the south that
seemed like a large galley. Nuala signaled the other carack to bear down
with her, and presently they made out that it was a large sailing
galley, which headed straight for them.
"That is none of my ships," exclaimed Nuala, watching. "It seems strange
that she does not flee before us, Brian. She bears no ensign, yet she
must be from these parts, and would naturally have some fear of
pirates."
Brian looked at her rather than the ship, and thought her a fine
picture, with her body swinging a little to the sway of the deck and the
wind blowing her red cloak around her. The galley came straight for them
as if seeking speech, however, and when a falconet was fired from the
carack without charge, she lowered her sail and put out her sweeps,
coming straight for them.
Nuala sped a word to her sailing-master, and the men let down the sails
with shouting and great creaking of ropes. The Bird Daughter stood under
the high poop bulwark, and now she turned to Brian.
"Do you speak with them and find their business, for it seems to me that
all is not as it should be, and they would likely know me too well."
Brian nodded, and when the galley had come under their lee he saw that
she was well laden, and had for crew a dozen rough-looking men. One of
these replied to his hail.
"We are come from Galway, lord, with a gift of stores and wines from
O'Donnell Dubh to certain friends of his whom we came to meet. Are you
those friends, as we think?"
Brian started in surprise, but needed no word from Nuala. He saw that
the Dark Master must have sent this galley out to meet the Millhaven
men, and that the crew had taken the two caracks for those pirate ships.
"We are the O'Donnells from Millhaven," he shouted, and ordered the
seaman to cast down ropes to the galley. Her master, a stout man with
bushy black beard, waved a hand in reply, and after another moment the
two craft ground together. The master of the galley got aboard over the
low waist of the carack, and Brian ordered a dozen of his own
green-faced men down into the smaller ship. At this the galley's master
stared somewhat, but came up to the poop.
"Lord, O'Donnell sends you these stores with a message. I am Con Teague
of Galway."
"Let us have it," ordered Brian, liking the looks of the man not at all.
"He bade us say that he was leaving Galway to-morrow at dawn with a
force of men, and that you should meet him at Bertragh Castle and fall
on that place to take it."
"That is good," laughed Brian. "Now learn that you have found the wrong
ships, my man. We are not the Millhaven pirates, but I am Brian Buidh,
who holds Bertragh; and here is the Lady Nuala, for whom I hold it."
At that Nuala came forward, and Teague looked greatly astonished, as
well he might, and all the Bird Daughter's men fell roaring with
laughter. But he could make no resistance, and stood chapfallen while
Brian talked with Nuala.
"I must back to the Castle," he said, "and see if this news be true. Do
you go on to Gorumna with my men, and I will let loose a pigeon to you.
If the Dark Master is indeed on the way, then come with all the men you
can spare, and it will go hard if we do not best his royalists, and the
pirates later when the latter come."
This was clearly the best plan, so Brian sent Teague down into the
galley and followed him, as the light ship was faster than the caracks.
Replacing half of Teague's men with O'Malleys, he had the ropes cast
off, waved his hand at Nuala, and they drove to the eastward and
Bertragh Castle.
Teague made so much moan over losing his ship that Brian promised it
back to him when they had reached the castle; the stores and wine,
however, he accounted good spoils of war. This put the seaman in better
mood, and by noon the fast galley had covered the twenty miles to
Bertragh, and cast down her anchor in the little bay beyond the castle,
that same bay where Brian had come to grief through O'Donnell's sorcery.
The men crowded down to meet him joyfully, and Brian found that Cathbarr
had come home safe with his beeves and was hungry for fight. No sign had
been heard of the Dark Master along the roads, however, so Brian set
Turlough in charge of getting the stores and wine-casks off the galley,
and fell to work putting the castle in shape for defense.
Since there was no need of loosing a pigeon until word came that the
Dark Master was actually on the way, he sent out men to have a beacon
built on the hills at the bay's head as soon as the enemy was sighted.
What with seeing that the bastards and other shot were cleaned and
loaded, and stationing his hundred men to the best advantage, he found
that the afternoon soon wore away.
"Those are good wines," said Turlough when they sat at meat that
evening, the men eating below in the courtyard around fires. "But I do
not like that ship-master."
So far Brian had said nothing of how the galley had been taken, save
that they had chanced on it at sea and had heard from Teague that the
Dark Master might be on them in another day. As for the O'Malleys, they
kept to themselves and talked not at all, so that neither Turlough nor
Cathbarr had heard the way of that capture.
"Is she unladen?" asked Brian.
"All save a few barrels. That ship-master was so eager to be off,"
grunted old Turlough spitefully, "that I stayed the work and put a guard
on the galley until morning."
"Give the men a cask of the best wine," ordered Brian shortly.
Having taken upon himself the duties of seneschal, Turlough departed
grumbling. While he was gone, Brian's tongue was a little loosened with
wine, so that he told Cathbarr of how he had taken the galley, at which
the giant bellowed with laughter. Presently from the courtyard came
shouting and singing, and Turlough appeared with a beaker of wine.
"The men like it well enough," he said, "yet to me it seems soured.
Taste it, Brian; if it be so, then you have made a poor haul on that
cruise."
Brian sipped the wine, and in truth it seemed to have soured. Cathbarr
made little of that, and would have drunken it except that his clumsy
hand knocked it from the table and emptied it all. But as it happened,
that mischance saved his life.
A little after, Brian pulled out a Spanish pipe he had got that day from
one of the O'Malleys, with some tobacco, and began puffing in great
good-humor, for it was long since he had tasted tobacco. Cathbarr
watched in awe, never having seen this done before, so that Brian and
Turlough had great fun with him. All his life the giant had lived in the
mountains and he knew no more than his ax had taught him; though he had
seen men smoke before, he had ever accounted it sorcery of some kind,
nor could Brian get him to as much as touch the pipe with his finger.
Brian was sorry that the wine had proved sour; the butts were huge ones,
and he had counted on their lasting him and his men all the winter
through. However, he dismissed the matter from his mind and fell to
talking with Turlough and Cathbarr over their arrangements in case of an
attack. In the midst, one of the men who had been watching from the
tower ran in to say that he had caught sight of a beacon on the hills,
which meant that the arch-enemy was on the road.
"Good!" exclaimed Brian, springing up. "Turlough, go fetch me that cage
of pigeons. Cathbarr, see that the men are set on the walls--"
He had got no further than this when there came a strange noise from the
doorway. Turning, he saw a man staggering forward, choking as he came,
and recognized him as one of the Bird Daughter's seamen. The fellow held
a bloody sword in his hand.
"What's this?" cried Brian angrily, noting that there was silence upon
the court-yard. "Has there been wrangling again--"
"Death!" coughed the O'Malley, staring at him with starting, terrible
eyes. "Con Teague--I slew him--too--too late--"
"Man, what is forward?" Brian leaped out and caught the seaman in his
arms, for the fellow's head was rolling on his shoulders.
"Death!" whispered the man again. "They are--all dead--"
His head fell back in death, and the sword fell from his hand with a
clatter. But from Cathbarr, who had gone to the doorway, came one
terrible shout of grief and rage.
"Brian! Our men lie dead--"
"I think the Dark Master has sent us a kindly gift," quoth Turlough
Wolf, as Brian rose with horror in his face and let the seaman's body
fall. "Now I know why that wine was sour, master!"
TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK. Don't forget this magazine is issued weekly,
and that you will get the conclusion of this story without waiting a
month.
Nuala O'Malley
by H. Bedford-Jones
Author of "Malay Gold," "The Ghost Hill," "John Solomon, Supercargo,"
etc.
This story began in the All-Story Weekly for December 30.