Update on this piece, if you already didn't know (yeah right). It won and I get this rather nifty sparkly badge.
Phew, just in time for this week's Mid-Week-Blues-Buster- over at The Tsuruoka Files
. The music this week was a gorgeous Afro-Celt song that whisked me away to this story; some of it based on fact . . It reminded me of that time in the Irish pub . . . .Anyway, if you want to listen to the song called Eireann then please click the link and maybe listen as you read, as I listened as I wrote. Powerful stuff, music. xxx
Sipping on a glass of wine wasn’t exactly befitting the Irish
pub in Camden Town but it didn’t matter how much Linda declared how smooth a Guinness
was, she was sticking to her wine, although the Guinness did remind her of when
she was a child, drawing a face in the thick froth of her dad’s pint.
She loved Thursday nights as after evening class, they would
walk into the quiet pub for a cheeky drink before heading home. But it wasn’t
quiet for long as spontaneously, people would start playing on their tin
whistles and their bodhráns. Before long, fiddlers would join in and the atmosphere
was electric, not electric enough for Isabel to try the Guinness but enough to
ask to have a go at playing the bodhrán.
“It’s all in the wrist,” the young man said with a thick
Irish accent. And he proceeded to play, his wrist moving quickly as he created
complex but beautiful rhythms. Soon the
other musicians joined in; there was no room for solos. The music echoed through
the pub as it did through time. . .
The wind whipped Isabel’s hair across her face as the salty
sea air coated her pale skin. She picked up her long skirts and turned to face Adair.
“Is it true?” his voice was hoarse but rose against the
howling wind. “Did you bed my brother whilst I was away, fighting, for you!”
“You weren’t fighting for me! You’re fighting for glory, to
show your father you’re the one who should lead the clan.”
“Is it true!”
“No!” She turned back towards the sea; as angry as her as it
bashed against the rocks into a fine spray.
“Then why does Tristan mock me with these taunts? Why does
Morrigan say so?”
“Morrigan? You believe the words and gossip from a mad
“She is not mad! She is wise and sees all, Isabel! Why would
she say that if there was not the truth?” Isabel walked along the cliff edge,
wanting to be far from Adair. The rocks were slippery but her footing was
strong and sure. “Isabel? Please, we must talk about this.” He was behind and
his large hand gripped her arm. She shrugged him off, not realising the rock
she was standing was lose. A scream pieced through the wind as Adair quickly
reached out, gripping her wet hand. “Isabel, don’t struggle, stay calm.” He heaved,
pulling her up, but only where her head just peeked above the cliff top. His eyes
were wild, demanding.
“Tell me the truth!”
“I have! Please get me up!”
“Morrigan says otherwise, your eyes betray you, your heart
is with Tristan! I shall kill him but first,” he loosened his grip and as Isabel
shrieked, he let go, watching her tumble to the rocks below, laying broken before
the hungry waves took her. . .
“Isabel!” Linda’s voice was shrill as she shook Isabel by
the arm. “I was saying how nice the guy on the drum is. He likes you!”
“What?” she was dazed, confused. The dream had felt so real.
She was trembling with fear and cold. She had felt the sea on her face. She
licked her lips and tasted the salty sea. “I think I need to go home. I don’t
“Ah come on girl,” the man playing the bodhrán said. “Stay
for another!” His blue Irish eyes twinkled. Isabel couldn’t refuse as another wine was placed
in front of her. “Your friend was saying you’d like to learn the bodhrán properly? I
can teach you.” She nodded feebly. “Tristan,”
he held out his hand. Isabel stared at him, the eyes were deep and intense and
she felt like she knew them, trusted them as she held out her hand, not
wavering from the intensity of his gaze. “Just don’t tell my brother, Adair. He
likes to do all the teaching, especially with someone as pretty as you.” He kissed
her shaking hand as Isabel lifted her gaze to the dark eyes of Adair; the same
eyes who let her fall to the rocks below.