The Dove of Death: A Mystery of Ancient Ireland (Mysteries of Ancient Ireland featuring Sister Fidelma of Cashel)

By Peter Tremayne

In A.D. 670, an Irish service provider send is attacked by means of a pirate vessel off the southern coast of the Breton peninsula. Merchad, the ship’s captain, and Bressal, a prince from the Irish state of Muman, are killed in chilly blood once they have surrendered. one of the different passengers who be capable of break out the slaughter are Fidelma of Cashel and her devoted better half, Brother Eadulf.

Once appropriately ashore, Fidelma—sister to the King of Muman and an recommend of the Brehon legislation courts—is decided to convey the killers to justice, not just simply because her education calls for it but in addition simply because one of many sufferers was once her cousin. the single clue to the killer’s identification is the emblem of the dove at the attacking ship’s sails, a clue that leads her on a deadly quest to confront the guy often called The Dove of Death.

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The seashore was once intersected through a movement coming down during the woods from the hill in the back of the castle earlier than trickling around the sands to the ocean. past it was once a wide outcrop of rocks that acted as a ordinary breakwater and as a wall among the sandy shore and what lay at the a long way facet of the rocks. among the circulate and the rocks the sand looked as if it would swap its color and texture a bit. Eadulf knew that he had obvious whatever related sooner than, yet he couldn't bear in mind the place. besides the fact that, it used to be no longer this that had stuck Fidelma’s realization; she used to be gazing the rocks past. ‘Look! ’ she acknowledged softly. ‘There is the mast of a ship. past these rocks needs to be the harbour for the citadel. i presumed it extraordinary that they'd use an open seashore with out a jetty. ’ Eadulf her gaze in the direction of the ocean finish of the road of rocks. certainly, there has been a boat’s mast poking above them. He expected it used to be a small crusing craft. on the best of the mast was once a strip of white silk. even if the brand used to be now not transparent, for it hung limply because the morning breeze had dropped away, Eadulf used to be yes that it used to be the dove brand of the mac’htiern of Brilhag. ‘Come on,’ Fidelma prompt. ‘Let’s look at it. we will be able to simply scramble over those rocks. ’ The water from the movement trickling around the sands slightly came around her insteps and she or he crossed it in strides and went enthusiastically onward. Eadulf used to be midway around the flow shut in the back of her while he by surprise recalled the place he had noticeable the feel of the sand ahead of. ‘Stop! ’ by the point his yell had resounded, she used to be as much as her ankles in quicksand. He got here fast up, looking out the sands in the back of her, earlier than he grabbed her and pulled her backwards. They tumbled down jointly into the chilly water of the circulate – yet a minimum of the circulate was once flowing throughout a thickly compacted, company stretch of sand. Then they scrambled swiftly to their toes and moved again to the place they knew the sand used to be secure. Fidelma had misplaced her sandals within the quicksand; certainly, that they had already vanished underneath it. She stood taking a look at the innocent-looking expanse, respiring seriously. ‘I’m sorry,’ muttered Eadulf, attempting to dislodge the clinging rainy sand from his garments. ‘I must have realised it faster. bear in mind the quicksand around the stretch of water to the fort of Uallaman the Leper? it will definitely killed him and will have killed many others. I knew I had obvious this kind of texture of sand earlier than, it isn't almost like basic sand. there's something approximately it…’ ‘Well, fortunately you regarded it in time,’ Fidelma interrupted. ‘Had I been relocating extra quick, then—’ ‘Hóigh! ’ They heard the voice faintly and glanced again. The everyday kind of Brother Metellus was once hurrying around the sands, waving at them. Fidelma checked out Eadulf with a grim expression. ‘I ponder whether we now have simply figured out the reply to our query? ’ she mused softly. ‘The answer…? ’ Eadulf’s eyes widened as he took in what she intended. ‘Do you're thinking that we have been meant to enter that quicksand? ’ ‘It is a thought,’ she acknowledged, and became to stand Brother Metellus who got here panting as much as them, red-faced and a trifle out of breath.

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