Byzantium

Dugal saw me. Smiling a sly, self-satisfied smile, he welcomed me as I fell into step beside him. "You never thought I would let you leave without saying farewell, brother?"

"The thought never crossed my mind, Dugal," I lied. "Why did you not tell me?"

"I thought it was better this way," he replied, the sly smile reappearing. "Cellach was more than happy to let me come along. Someone must bring the wagon back after all."

We talked of the journey then as we proceeded down into the valley and crossed the Blackwater at the ford, following the footway east into the hills. This path was an old, old highway, marked out with standing stones along its length, and shrinestones wherever two paths crossed. The hill path overlooked the low valley, eventually coming in sight of the wide river Boa

There were other hills, too; and every hill along this ancient trackway was sacred, each with its stone or barrow. The gods worshiped there in times past were best forgotten. The Cele De left the hills and their fading gods to themselves.

Our little procession stretched out along the way, the brothers walking in groups of two or three, led by the bishop and abbot. I strolled happily beside Dugal, who walked at the head of the ox. The mysterious Britons-Brynach, Gwilym, and Ddewi-had taken places just behind the bishop and abbot. We marched without pause until midday, and paused at a stream to drink. Dugal brought the ox to water downstream of the others, and I thought to tell Dugal of my dream of death. Indeed, I had almost worked myself up to the telling, when the abbot signalled for us to continue, and we moved on.

Though dull, the day was dry; all, save me, were eager to be away. I looked out on the green hills and misted valleys, and lamented my going. Alas, it was not Eire alone I was leaving, but life as well. Thus, my joy at being with Dugal soured within me, poisoned by the terrible knowledge of my dream. I ached to share with him my burden, but could not bring myself to it. Thus I walked, heavy-hearted, alone in my misery, each step carrying me closer to my doom.

After a meal and rest, we came in sight of the Hill of Slaine standing tall and proud above the Vale of Boa

"Oh," I said, forcing a sad smile, "now that it has come upon me, I am sorry to leave this place."

He accepted this with a knowing nod, and said no more about it. We walked until dusk and made camp on the trail. As the last of daylight failed, the dark-gleaming edge of the sea could be seen away to the east. After a meal of stewed beef and barley bread, the bishop led us in prayers, whereupon we wrapped ourselves in our cloaks and slept by the fire. Strange, it seemed to me, to end a day without hearing the sound of the abbey bell in my ears.

Rising before dawn, we continued on our way along the Vale of Boa

We came to a standing stone which marked an ancient crossroads; here we paused to break fast and pray. After prayers, the trail descended out of the hills to the flatland of the coast. The wind had changed during the night and I could smell sea salt on the air-something I had experienced only two or three times before.

Thus, we drew near to Inbhir Patraic: twenty-eight monks, each with his own hopes and fears. Though none, I think, as trenchant as my own.

7

The ship rode at anchor in the river, waiting to bear us away-the same ship that had brought the bishop and his companions from Britain. It was a low, sleek vessel with a tall, slender mast. Knowing nothing of seafaring or boats, I thought it a fine thing-if somewhat small for thirteen monks.

Upon arriving at the settlement, the head man met and greeted us in the name of his lord. "We have kept watch as you bade us," he told Bishop Cadoc. "I will send men to bring the ship now."

"My thanks and blessings on you, Ladra," answered the bishop. "We will ready our supplies and await you on the wharf."

Inbhir Patraic was little more than a handful of mud huts perched precariously on the Boa

We had just begun this chore when Lord Aengus arrived with his queen, and ten of his warriors. He dismounted at once and embraced the abbot and bishop, saying, "I am glad I reached you before you sailed, friends. My men told me of your journey and its purpose. I have come to bid you farewell, and beg your indulgence-for I, too, would have you carry a gift to the emperor."

"Certainly!" cried Abbot Fraoch in a hoarse croak, delighted that King Aengus should honour the enterprise in this ma

With that the king bade his wife approach. Dismounting gracefully-for all Queen Eithne was a most beautiful woman, dark-haired and fair-ski

"Worthy men," she said, her voice sweet and low, "I am told the Emperor of the Romans is a man of great learning and wisdom. Yet, even such men have need of diversion from time to time." With that she opened the casket to reveal a small gaming board of the kind used to play brandub. "The pieces," she explained, reaching in and taking up a tiny figure, "are gold, for the king, and silver, for the hunters."

The craftsmanship of both the casket and the gaming board were exquisite; the individual pieces were finely made and very costly.

"Lady," replied Fraoch, "it will be my pleasure to deliver this gift into the emperor's hands and dedicate the first game to your honour."

The king looked on, beaming his good pleasure. "In consideration of your service," Aengus said, "I would offer a token of my regard." He summoned three more of his men, who approached bearing three large sheepskin bundles which they placed at their lord's feet. When the first was opened, the king withdrew a cowl of fine, black wool. "There is one for each member of the travelling party," he said.

The second bundle was opened to reveal a selection of wide leather belts, while the last bundle contained new leather shoes, of the kind we made at the abbey: one piece of good thick leather cut and folded in such a way as to produce a strong, covered sandal secured by a braided leather cord. Again, there were enough to choose from so that each monk would have a new pair of shoes with which to begin the journey.