Visitor from Dublin pt 3
The quiet of early morn, disturbed only by the sounds of swords clashing. Flashes of blinding light off the metal, and the sounds of cries from the wounded as they fell beneath the blades of their enemies. The green grass ran red with blood of the Irish, no matter the clan the blood was still the bright red. One side defended the other tried to conquer. Both sides fought, with wild battle cries, and strong arms struck again and again. It was the second day of battle, and both sides had rested a few hours only to begin the dance of death again at first sunrise. Bodies from yesterday littered the ground, flies swarmed the cold bodies, and the smell was overpowering, the scent of the fresh blood. In the midst of battle stood two men, with the clan O'Halloran. One was tall and fair, and the look of a prince about him. While at his side a smaller, darker handsome man fought. They fought through the lines of their enemies. Cutting them down, few men dared to face the brothers who were so savage in battle, that their bodies ran with their enemies blood. They were their peoples defenders, and some said they were of fairy blood for they survived all attempts to destroy them. They carried two of the magic swords of the clan O'Halloran, given to them so it was said by a fairy king. Four had been given, and two vanished. It was said when the four were brought together with their rightfall heirs, they would again control all the emerald Isles, and to be subservant to no other ever again.
Johnny seeing Scott so ingrossed in his thoughts, put a ice cube down his neck. Scott jumped and threw a piece of cake at Johnny, then moaned when he saw it was his favorite.His brother laughed at him, and looked at the cake lying on the floor.
"You are so messy, big brother. " Eoin laughed at the two brothers. Murdock glowered at them.
"You two clean this mess up, or else." Scott turned and frowned at his father, and then looked at their guest. Eoin just shrugged at him. Johnny ignored the old man, and turned to Eoin.
"Now what is in that case? You said it was for us?" Eoin smiled at the younger man. Scott looked indulgently at his younger brother, and waited patiently. Johnnys'eyes were glued to the case. Eoin picked it up, and put it on the table and opened it. Two long blades in their scabbards lay in velvet. They look like silver, both about thirty four inches in length, The hilt was covered in scrollwork, in some language none of the Lancers knew.
"These are two of the famed swords. Aren't they grand?" Eoin spoke softly as he looked at them. Johnny smiled and grabbed one of them up. It was warm in his hands, and he hefted it in one hand, getting the feel of it, and found it well balanced. He removed the scabbard and looked at the blade, and saw the green glowing emerald and the two red rubies that glemmed on the hilt. He didn't see the look in Murdocks eyes, but Eoin did, and felt a chill in the air.
" I like this. He took to having a mock fight with the air to his right, and Scott just stood watching, and grinning at him. HE had a new toy to play with, and was moving around the room, fighting invisible men. Murdock growled at him. Johnny turned and his eyes turned cold.
"Leave me alone Murdock." He turned to Eoin. I wont to hear more, about Ireland and the family, and got any good stories? "
"Oh, Johnny, I know lots of them, true ones, and ones about the fairy folk, and leprehauns, elves, and banshees,and ancient gods. Songs too. Maybe you would like to try some of the food from Ireland too."
"I think we all would like that Eoin, but I think Johnny also wants to learn how to use that weapon in his hand." A dark head turned and blue eyes met blue-grey eyes, and there was a twinkle there. He nodded, and Eoin knew he had found what he saught.
Later that evening, as Eoin sat outside enjoying the night air, and the time to get his thoughts together, he sat with a guitar in his lap. He smiled and began to pick out a tune, and as the music began to warm his soul, he began to sing an old Irish song, for his Deidra.
Come over the hills, my bonny irish lass
Come over the hills, to your darling;
You chooose the rose, love and I'll make the vow,
And I'll be your true love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer that any.
Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
And the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shome its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.
Come over the hills, my bonny irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose,love and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever....
His voice trailed off, as he felt sadness at being away from his love. He missed her so. He spoke to the wind, and sent his love to her ears, across the sea.
Contin.....