Danny Boy. Anne Bennett

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      Rosie felt sorry for the lad in many ways. The two had got on well from the first and he was enchanted with Bernadette. It was Rosie he often sought out to talk to. She didn’t talk to him about the disagreements he had with his parents, she had no need to, and so he opened up to her. ‘They want to own me body and soul,’ he complained.

      ‘They’re concerned, Phelan.’

      ‘They think I’m a wean.’

      ‘No,’ Rosie said. ‘They know the age of you. It’s a habit you get into as a parent. See, wee Bernadette is just a baby, and I do everything for her, change her, feed her. Later I’ll hold her hand as she walks, pick her up if she falls and wipe the tears from her eyes. I’ll get her ready for school, buy her copy books and a school bag and fix her dinner.

      ‘And through it all, I’ll be there, caring for her, loving her, being the person to lean on. All that care and love cannot be turned off, like water from a tap. As you grow up, parents must adjust and sometimes it’s not so easy. Maybe if you talked more about what you’re doing, and who you’re meeting, it would make it better for them.’

      Phelan’s reply lent an icy chill to Rosie’s spine. ‘If Mammy knew the half of what I do some nights, she’d worry herself into an early grave,’ he said.

      ‘Phelan, for God’s sake, don’t do anything silly.’

      ‘A man has to do what he believes in, even our Danny said that,’ Phelan told her with a hint of pride.

      ‘But you’re just…’ Rosie stopped herself in time from calling him a child. He would have really turned against her if she had. But to her he was, the lad was barely shaving yet. ‘You’re so young yet,’ she went on. ‘Things often look different as you grow up.’

      ‘I’ll never feel any different,’ Phelan promised, ‘not about this.’

      Rosie felt helpless then and Phelan said, ‘No-one in the house knows of this but you. Promise me you’ll not tell on me?’

      ‘Not even Danny?’

      ‘Especially not Danny.’

      That made Rosie uncomfortable, and she wondered later if she should have made that promise. But what had Phelan really told her? Nothing concrete, nothing she could go running to Danny about. What he’d said could mean anything or nothing. Maybe it was just a boy’s bravado.

      In the end, she sought out Sarah – she thought Sam might know something and maybe talked to Sarah about it. ‘I wonder what those two rapscallions Phelan and Niall get up to going out in the black night,’ Rosie said casually to her one day. ‘Up to mischief, no doubt. Does Sam ever talk about it?’

      ‘No, never,’ Sarah said. ‘Sam can be as tight as a clam about some things. He reminds me of a wee boy at times. I mind Danny and his friends had secret societies when they were young and sent coded letters to each other and had passwords to go into what they called the clubhouse. It was nothing more than a dilapidated old shepherd’s hut, just off the track up the hillside. It’s probably dropped to bits entirely now. The times I crept up there with Elizabeth and tried to listen in. I didn’t think it was so grand looking even then, and Danny was furious with us of course.’

      ‘So, Sam is in a secret society then?’ Rosie joked. Maybe there was some truth in that – she knew the Irish Republican Brotherhood was a secret organisation. Even the name of it was spoken in whispers and no-one knew exactly who was in it, but its objective was to obtain Home Rule for all of Ireland, Ulster included. It was said in homes about the place, for it was never discussed abroad, that it had grown out of the organisation called the Irish Volunteer Group and they had guns and ammunition.

      ‘I don’t know what Sam is involved in, probably nothing,’ Sarah said. ‘And what’s more, I’m not going to worry about it. I think he is just concerned about the injured men from the war and feels England were wrong to drag Irish men into a struggle that isn’t theirs. To an extent, he has a point, and I can feel as incensed as he can over the loss of life. But sure, Sam’s all talk,’ Sarah went on. ‘Wind and water, Mammy calls him, and she’s not far wrong.’

      It was hardly reassuring, but Rosie told herself whatever Sam was into, it couldn’t affect Phelan and Niall. Dear God, they were barely fourteen. No society, organisation or whatever would use boys, surely to God?

      She resolved to put it from her mind. She had plenty to occupy herself and plenty in her life to be happy about, especially Danny and their darling baby.

      On Saturdays, Chrissie would come over, and sometimes even Geraldine was allowed to come with her. They usually brought Dermot too, for his temper if Minnie tried to stop him was tremendous, Chrissie told Rosie. ‘Course he’s never been told no all the days of his life, so it’s hard for him to take.’

      Rosie knew that, yet Dermot couldn’t be faulted in his love for Bernadette and she remembered on her weekly visit home how he galloped from school in an effort to reach the farmhouse before Rosie left. He seldom made it as the nights began to draw in and Geraldine told her he would cry broken-heartedly if she’d left before he arrived.

      As the baby grew, so that Rosie wasn’t feeding her every few minutes, Connie would insist that Rosie take a trip to town with her sisters as she had before. Someone had to go in once a week anyway to sell their surplus and collect supplies for the house, but after Rosie had the baby, Sarah or Elizabeth would usually do this. Connie seldom left the farm, often saying her gallivanting days were over.

      Rosie and her sisters enjoyed the jaunts in on the cart. Even if they bought little, they met friends and exchanged news and gossip. And, as Christmas approached, Rosie was glad of the opportunity to buy some wee presents for the family.

      This Christmas would be the first with a baby in the house, and Rosie couldn’t help feeling excited about it. Bernadette was a happy and contented child, now struggling to sit up. She had a smile for everyone and would lie for some time in her cradle, babbling to herself rather than crying. Rosie told herself she was truly well blessed.

       SIX

      By March 1916 it was obvious, and not only to the people in the Walsh household, that something strange was afoot in the country. Women standing around the church doors after Mass talked of their sons and husbands and brothers in whispers. Eventually, Father McNally condemned all secret societies planning subversive activities. He said from the pulpit they were evil and against God. He even read out a letter from the Bishop in the same vein, but personally Rosie felt that it would make little difference.

      She was tired. God, they were all tired. The lambing had been difficult that year and a few of the ewes, especially those who’d begun to lamb too early before the snow had cleared in February, had died giving birth. More than once, Rosie had found an orphaned lamb in a box before the fire that she’d have to feed with a bottle.

      Bernadette, now crawling, loved the baby lambs and took more interest in them than the rag doll Connie had bought her for Christmas, or the rocking horse Danny had made for her.

      Once the lambing was over, the spring planting began, and Danny, Phelan and Matt were out most of the daylight hours and Phelan’s evening jaunts were severely curtailed. Yet, Rosie sensed a tension in the air she’d never felt before.

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