CHAPTER VI.
BRIAN TAKES CAPTIVES.
"_Failte abhaile!_ Welcome, Yellow Brian!"
"So you won back before me, eh?" Brian swung down from his horse and gripped hands with old Turlough Wolf. "Get the men camped, Cathbarr, then join us."
Turlough"s cunning eyes rested on the wagons and weary hors.e.m.e.n, and he nodded approvingly as Brian told him of what had chanced.
"Said I not that you were a master of men?" he chuckled quietly, as he turned to follow into Cathbarr"s tower. "But it is easier to master men than women, Brian. I bear you a bitter rede from the Bird Daughter, master."
"Hard words fare ill on empty stomachs," quoth Brian. "Keep it till I have eaten."
When Cathbarr had joined them and they had dined well on Royalist stores and wine, Turlough made report on his mission. It seemed that he had met with a party of the O"Malleys at the head of Kilkieran Bay at the close of his first day"s ride, and after hearing his errand they had taken him in their ship out to Gorumna Isle, where stood the hold of Nuala, the Bird Daughter. And somewhat to his own amazement, Turlough had found that by this same name she was known along the whole coast.
He reported that it was a strong place, for the castle had been built by her father; that she had two large ships and five small ones, and that both ships and castle were defended by all manner of "shot"--meaning cannon. She had just returned from Kinsale, where she had been aiding Blake hold Prince Rupert"s fleet in the bay. Now Rupert had slipped away, and after plundering a French ship with wines, she had come home again.
"She seems a woman of heart," smiled Brian. "What of her looks?"
"I did not see her." Turlough shook his head. "She ordered my message written out, so she has some clerkly learning. She took an hour to ponder it, master, then set me ash.o.r.e with this message.
""Tell Yellow Brian," she ordered, "that I claim tribute from Golam Head to Slyne. I will make no pact with him until he pay me tribute; and if I find him on my land I will set him in chains above my water-gate.""
Brian felt no little dismay at this, for he had counted strongly on alliance with this Bird Daughter.
However, Turlough proceeded to set forth the reasons for such a message, as he had conceived them within his shrewd mind. First, it seemed that the pestilence had visited Gorumna in the absence of its mistress, and that the Dark Master had caught a score of the O"Malleys who had been wrecked in Bertraghboy Bay, promptly hanging them all. Between the plague and the hanging Nuala had a bare fourscore men left within the castle, and she counted Brian"s offer as a ruse on the part of O"Donnell, for she was strongly afraid of treachery.
"There is more pride than power in that message," commented Cathbarr easily. "The Dark Master has stripped away all her lands along the coast, and save for Kilkieran Bay she has little left. Let us fall on her, brother, and take what _is_ left."
Brian laughed at this naive counsel, looking at Turlough. But the old Wolf said nothing, brooding over the fire, and Brian reflected within himself.
He had come into a merciless feud, that he knew well. If he was to enter upon it he must banish all pity from his heart, which was no easy thing for him; but Turlough related things he had heard which speedily changed his mind. There were tales of O"Donnell"s ridings through the land, of men slaughtered and women carried off to people his castle; of treachery, and worse.
It was also whispered that the Dark Master had made alliance with certain pirates from the north coast.
However, Brian knew that he must reach some decision regarding his own men, and that speedily. The three talked long that night, setting aside the question of the O"Malley alliance for the time being. Brian had some two hundred men to house and horses to feed; he had good store of provision and powder, but Cathbarr"s little tower was utterly useless to house the tenth of them all, while the stores would have to be sheltered. Then O"Donnell might fling his men on them at any moment, which would mean disaster in their present position.
Cathbarr suggested an attack on Bertragh castle, but Turlough dissented.
"When we strike, we must strike to win," he said shrewdly. "The Dark Master has more men than we, and the sea is at his back, and they say he is a warlock to boot."
The giant stared and crossed himself at talk of warlocks, but Brian laughed out.
"I have a plan," he said, fingering his sword. "O"Donnell watches all the hill-paths like a hawk, even now in winter. Those wagons are of no great use to us, and we can store the goods here in the tower for the present. Get it done to-night, Cathbarr, and get the accouterments from two of those largest Scots for yourself and me."
Turlough Wolf chuckled suddenly, and Brian knew that the old man had pierced to something of his plan. But not all.
"Turlough," he went on as the scheme came to him more clearly, "at dawn ride out with a hundred men to that hill-road where first we met the Dark Master. Hide the men in the hills, and be ready to ride hard when the time comes. Cathbarr, before the dawn breaks have the wagons start out with twenty of the Scots troopers as escort. Bid as many more as can lie down in the wagons and cover up close with their muskets. Send a man or two with them to guide to that hill-road of which I spoke. We will ride after and catch them up shortly after sunrise."
"Good!" roared out the giant, whose brains lay all in his ax. "And the Dark Master will swoop down to the feast, eh?"
"He will not," returned Brian dryly. "He will send two or threescore men upon us, and it is my purpose to take as many of these prisoner as may be."
Cathbarr stared, and Turlough"s gray eyes squinted up at Brian.
"How is this, master?" he asked inquiringly. "It is too good a trap to waste on prisoners--"
"My plan is my plan," said Brian briefly. "I am not making war on O"Donnell, but I intend to pay tribute to the Bird Daughter, and that right soon. While we are gone have a score of men remain here and build huts on the cliffs, Cathbarr."
Turlough fell to staring into the fire, divining the plan at length, and Cathbarr went out to fulfil his orders. Brian knew well that there was danger in the scheme, but he determined to deal with one thing at a time, and thoroughly. Just at present he was intent on forming an alliance with Nuala O"Malley, for ships and cannon were needful before he could nip the Dark Master in his hold. It was going to cost the lives of men, and he made up his mind not to pause for that. If he was to live and make head it must be by the strong hand alone--the Red Hand of Tyr-owen; and he looked down at the ring of Owen Ruadh and took it for a symbol, as his ancestors had taken it.
Before they went to rest Turlough pointed out that if the hills were watched he and his hundred would be noted, so Brian bade him hit back toward Lough Corrib and then to come straight down upon the main road.
It might be that he could overcome the Dark Master"s men of himself, and if not, he would hold them until Turlough came up.
With this plan arranged, then, the four wagons set forth under the cold stars, with thirty Scots lying hidden and twenty riding before and behind. With the first gleam of dawn Turlough and his hundred cantered off to the northeast, and an hour later Brian and Cathbarr put on the buff coats and steel jacks of the troopers, with the wide morions; took a pair of loaded pistols, and galloped after the slow-moving wagons.
Brian wore his Spanish blade, but Cathbarr had sent his ax ahead with the troopers.
They caught up with the wagons when the latter were entering upon the road proper out of the hill-track they had followed. The first snows had vanished for the most part, leaving bleak, gaunt hills and rugged crags that twisted with soft fog. The sun struck the fog away, however, and as Brian rode on he gazed up at the purple mountains on his right, and down at the purple bog to his left, and caught the gleam of the Bertraghboy water out beyond. He laughed as he drank in the keen air of morning.
"Best get your edge ready, Cathbarr of the Ax!"
Cathbarr grunted, and slung the heavy hammer-ax at his saddlebow. One of the guides, who were from the Dark Master"s twoscore men, pointed to a twisted peak on their right, whence an almost invisible spiral of gray smoke wound up.
"The signal, Yellow Brian," he grinned, cheerfully giving away his secrets. In fact, all those twoscore men rather hoped that their old master would be crushed by Brian, for so long as there was booty in sight they cared not whom they served.
Half an hour later Brian saw ahead of him that same bend of road where first he and Turlough had met O"Donnell Dubh. But there was no sign of Turlough, and he cantered ahead to see if the O"Donnell men were below.
As he did so a bullet sang past his ear, and he whirled to see half a dozen of his men go down beneath a storm of lead from the hillsides; at the same instant some three-score men came scrambling down from among the rocks--those same rocks where he had first laid ambush for the Dark Master.
And riders were coming up on the road below!
He was caught very neatly, and caught by more men than he had looked for. The remainder of the twenty gathered behind him and Cathbarr, and the thirty rose among the wagons and for a moment stopped the a.s.sault with their musketry; but before the smoke had cleared away two-score hors.e.m.e.n came thundering up the road from behind the curve, and struck.
"Albanach! Albanach!"
The wild yells shrilled up, and the Scots troopers knew that they were fighting without quarter in sight, for the "Albanach," as they were termed in Gaelic, gave and got little mercy in Ireland. The saddles of the fallen were filled from the men in the wagons, and leaving the musketeers to hold off the unmounted men, Brian plunged into the swirl of fighting hors.e.m.e.n and joined Cathbarr.
The odds were heavy, but the big claymores of the Scots were heavier still. Side by side, Brian and Cathbarr plunged through the ranks, sword biting and ax smiting, until they stood almost alone among the O"Donnells, for their men had been borne back. Then the giant bellowed and his ax crushed down a man stabbing at Brian"s horse; Brian pistoled one who struck at Cathbarr"s back, and pressing their horses head to tail they faced the circle of men, while behind them roared the battle.
For a moment the O"Donnells held off, recognizing the pair, then one of them spurred forward with a howl of delight.
"_Dhar mo lamh_, Yellow Brian--your head to our gates!"
Brian thrust unexpectedly, and the man went over his horse"s tail as the ring closed in. So far Cathbarr had forgotten his pistols, but now he used them, and took a bullet-crease across his neck in return; then the ax and sword heaved up together, and the ring surged back. A skean went home in Cathbarr"s horse, however, and the giant plunged down, but with that Brian spurred and went at the O"Donnells with the point of his blade. This sort of fighting was new to them, and when Brian had spitted three of them he heard Cathbarr"s ax crunch down once more.
They were still cut off from the wagons, but there came a wild drumming of hoofs, and wilder yells from the men on the hillside. Like a thunder-burst, Turlough and his hundred broke on the battle. The O"Donnells were swallowed up, stamped flat; the unmounted men fled among the rocks, Turlough"s men after them, and a dozen hors.e.m.e.n went streaming down the road.
It was hard to make the maddened Scots take prisoners, but Brian did it, and when Turlough"s men came back he found that they had in all thirty captives. Some forty of the attackers had fallen and the rest had fled.