Prince of Hazel and Oak. John Lenahan

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      ‘Frick?’

      Brendan pointed to the Imp and the Banshee guards that I had assigned to keep an eye on him. ‘I call them Frick and Frack.’

      I waved to the guards who were standing by the entrance of the room; they gave me an official nod. I could tell this was not their favourite detail. ‘Which one is Frick?’

      ‘I don’t know. I keep getting them mixed up.’

      Breakfast arrived and Brendan ate like there was no tomorrow. Except for the chopping and moans neither of us spoke until our plates were clean. When we had finished Brendan said, ‘The food in this dream is just fantastic, half the time I can’t wait to wake up but for the other half I hope it will continue until the next meal.’

      ‘Brendan, you have to stop thinking like that. I know it makes you feel better, but this is real.’

      Nieve entered the dining hall. Brendan jumped to his feet and backed off. She sat down across from me and said, ‘How is our guest?’

      Warily, Brendan sat next to me, as if for protection, and pointed to Nieve. ‘That’s the witch that trashed my police station!’

      ‘What did he say?’ Nieve asked.

      ‘Oh, he said good morning, it’s nice to see you again,’ I lied.

      Nieve gave me a sceptical look.

      ‘This is my dream and I don’t want her in it!’ he shouted, pointing his finger inches from her face.

      ‘Careful, Brendan,’ I warned.

      ‘What is he saying?’ Nieve asked again, but then said, ‘Oh, this is ridiculous. Tell him to place his head on the table.’

      It took a lot of convincing, but I finally got Brendan to place the side of his face flat down on the table. Nieve took a small piece of gold out of her satchel and rubbed it between her hands while incanting.

      Brendan looked up with a wild panicky expression in his uppermost eye. ‘Is this going to hurt?’

      ‘He wants to know if this is going to hurt,’ I translated.

      ‘Yes, I suspect it will,’ Nieve said calmly.

      ‘No,’ I told Brendan, ‘you’ll be fine.’

      Nieve opened her palms and dripped the molten gold into Brendan’s ear. He shot up, grabbed his ear, overturning the bench he was sitting on, and danced around the room howling in pain. I was glad no one other than me spoke English. The curse words coming out of his mouth would have made a prison inmate blush. He picked up a silver tray, sending half a dozen wine glasses crashing to the floor, and tried to use it as a mirror to view his ear. At his insistence I inspected the lughole and assured him that it looked OK – which it did – and finally got him sitting down again.

      ‘What the hell did she do to me?’

      ‘Now stick out your tongue,’ Nieve demanded.

      ‘No way, lady! I’m not letting you near me ever again.’

      I looked at Nieve and she smiled at me. ‘Brendan,’ I said in Gaelic, ‘can you understand me?’

      ‘Of course I can understand you. You keep that crazy woman away from me.’

      ‘Brendan, I’m talking to you in ancient Gaelic. Are you sure you can understand me?’

      ‘Huh?’

      ‘It seems that Nieve has given you a two-second lesson in the common tongue. You just learned a new language.’

      ‘That’s impossible.’

      ‘Impossible things happen here every day.’

      ‘Now, Brendan,’ Nieve said, ‘stick out your tongue and I will complete the process, then we will no longer need to speak through Conor. Personally I don’t trust him as a reliable interpreter.’

      Brendan clenched his mouth shut and shook his head no, like a baby that won’t eat his dinner. It took even more of an effort to convince him the second time. I tried everything, including agreeing with him that it didn’t matter ’cause it was all really a dream. It wasn’t until I threatened to never feed him again that he gave in.

      ‘Come on,’ I said, ‘stop being such a baby.’

      ‘It hurt, damn it. You do it.’

      I rolled my eyes at him but to be honest it wasn’t something I wanted to experience.

      ‘Ask her if it will hurt as much as the last time – ask her exactly that.’

      I translated and Nieve said, ‘No.’

      Brendan watched with crossed eyes as the molten gold hit his tongue. He not only flipped over the chair but the table as well. He hopped around the dining hall screaming bloody murder and this time everyone in the room heard exactly what he was saying. Most of them left in order to get some distance between them and the madman.

      ‘God almighty!’ Brendan screamed from behind his hand in perfect Gaelic. ‘You said it wouldn’t hurt as much!’

      ‘No,’ Nieve replied in her usual calm manner. ‘You asked if it would hurt as much as the last time and I said, no. I knew it would hurt more.’

      Nieve gave me a rueful smile; I was starting to realise she had a wickedly subversive sense of humour.

      ‘Now that I can converse with you,’ Nieve said, ‘I realise I do not want to. If you will excuse me.’

      Nieve left. I asked a servant to bring Brendan a glass of Gerard’s finest wine. It was a bit early but I figured he would appreciate it. He did. After one sip he downed the glass in one.

      ‘Are you OK?’ I asked.

      ‘To be honest, Conor, I’m not sure. This dream is way too real for my liking.’

      ‘I keep telling you – it’s not a dream.’

      ‘All right then, as much as I don’t relish meeting another member of your family, how about that introduction to your father you promised me.’

      ‘I don’t think I ever promised you that.’

      ‘As good as – well?’

      ‘OK,’ I said, ‘come with me.’

      Chapter Five

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      The closer we got to Dad’s room the more worried Frick and Frack looked. They obviously thought Brendan was a nutcase and that letting him loose in the west wing was a bad idea. They were shocked when I told them that Brendan could enter Dad’s room without СКАЧАТЬ