The Spider's Web by Peter Tremayne Page A

who suggested Fidelma and Eadulf might like to keep the weapons they had borrowed from him.
    ‘As you have seen, I am not proficient with weapons. From what you tell me, these bandits rode off in the direction of Araglin and you do not want to encounter them unarmed along the way.’
    Eadulf was about to accept the weapons but Fidelma pressed them back on Bressal with a shake of her head.
    ‘We do not live by the sword. According to the blessed Matthew, the Christ told Peter that all who take the path of the sword shall perish by the sword. It is better to go into the world unarmed.’
    Bressal grimaced wryly: ‘Better to go out into the world able to defend yourself against those who are prepared to live by the sword.’
    It was not until they were well on the path to Araglin that Eadulf challenged Fidelma on her unspoken interruption when he was about to voice his suspicion as to the origin of the attackers.
    ‘Why did you not want me to point out what was only logical?’
    ‘That the so-called bandits were probably from Araglin itself?’
    ‘You suspect Muadnat, don’t you?’ he said, nodding agreement.
    Fidelma repudiated the idea.
    ‘I have no reason to suspect him. To bring up the question might put fear into Archú and Scoth unnecessarily. There are many other possibilities. Bressal might not be telling the truth when he says he knows of no enemies. This may, indeed, be simply an attack by illogical bandits. Or the attack may well have something to do with the death of Eber.’

    The other possibilities had not entered Eadulf’s mind but he was not convinced.
    ‘You mean that someone involved with Eber’s death could be trying to prevent your investigation?’ he asked sceptically.
    ‘I put it forward as an alternative to what you are suggesting, Eadulf. But I do not say that it provides the answer. We must be vigilant but assumptions without evidence can lead to a dangerous path.’

Chapter Four
    The morning was warm and sunny as Fidelma and Eadulf made their way serenely through the tree crowded forest and emerged on a hillside track which gave a spectacular view across a valley about a mile in width, through which a sparkling silver river ran. While clumps of trees stood here and there, it was clear that the valley had long been cultivated for the woodlands which encircled the bald mountain tops had been cut back and a boundary of yellowing gorse stood between the cultivated fields and pastureland and the converging trees.
    The ribbon of the river cut through the bright green of the valley pasture. The beauty of the place caught at Fidelma’s breath. In the distance she could see a group of reddish-brown dots and as she focussed she saw a majestic red deer, a stag by his antlers, guarding a group of hind, some with small calves at their feet, brown little objects with white spots. Here and there, throughout the valley, were small grazing herds of cattle, moving slowly on the open pastureland around the stone bordered fields. The valley looked lush and enticing. It was rich farming country and the river, judging just by the run of it, would be replete with salmon and brown trout.
    Eadulf leant forward in his saddle and surveyed the landscape approvingly.
    ‘This Araglin appears to be a paradise,’ he murmured.
    Fidelma pursed her lips wryly.
    ‘Yet there is a serpent in this particular paradise,’ she reminded him.
    ‘Perhaps the richness of this land could be a motive for murder?
A chieftain who has this wealth must be vulnerable,’ Eadulf suggested.
    Fidelma was disapproving.
    ‘You should know our system well by now. Once a chieftain dies, the derbfhine of the family have to meet to confirm the tanist, the heir-elect, as chieftain and appoint a new tanist to the chieftainship. Only an heir-elect would benefit and so they would be the first to be suspect. No; it is rarely possible for someone to be murdered for their office.’
    ‘The derbfhine?’ queried Eadulf. ‘I have forgotten what that