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Manchan's Tale - Part 16

Updated on February 27, 2017

The Celtic Tune that Spawned Manchan's Tale

From Part 15

Fear was replaced at the first drop of the lamb's shed blood with anger and hatred. Manchan reached the end of his resignation. It was replaced with determination - determination to rid the wicked Druid priest from the earth.

He could only run so long. He could only accept the indignities so long. He could only allow the injustices so long. It was time. It was Manchan's time. As one condemned to the abyss, he had nothing to lose. This was not a time to be safe, to hide, to avoid. It was a time to seek out the enemy and remove him at all cost.

It didn't matter how powerful Déaglán was. It was of no concern his status as king and priest. What mattered was his elimination, and Manchan was committed to the task. For all that he suffered at the hands of the townspeople, the thirteen, and Déaglán himself, he would be avenged.

War had been declared in his heart, and war it would be. The two armies of one would fight to the death. There was no turning back.

Continuing

Manchan and Cráibdech traveled on through the night, and by dawn's first light they had arrived back in the familiar hill country that once was their home. Both man and horse were worn from the night of travel. A lack of sleep, a lack of food, and the constant weight of nature's cruel winter was depleting the strength both needed for the fight to come. Still, Manchan would not be denied. He would hunt down Déaglán, and he would be ruthless in his attack.

The trees and shrubs gave Manchan cover as he observed the town below. It wasn't long until Déaglán was out and about. A gentle wind covered the hills as Manchan watched his every move from above. In due time, Déaglán mounted his priestly steed and headed out of town. Manchan followed from a distance. The path both were on wound sleepily out from the village and led southwest toward the cliffs.

By now, the golden sun had risen, casting a covering of warmth on the land. Under any other circumstances, the cloudless morning would have been perfect for a ride on the country lanes, but this was anything but any other circumstance. This was war, and Manchan crept closer to his enemy, though still out of sight.

The path continued on for several miles, through streams and meadows, through brush and gullies. But eventually, the cliffs came into view. Higher up the path than Déaglán, Manchan could see the pounding ocean reflecting the gorgeous blue of the sky. Still, war was what was on his mind.

He knew the area well. He remembered many times he and Brigid traveled the same path to take in the beautiful view offered from the heights of the cliffs. He also knew of a trail up ahead that would turn to the right and circle around intersecting with the path Déaglán was taking. There he would ambush Déaglán and end the hunt on a happy note before giving in to exhaustion.and finding his eternal abode in the netherworld.

As Déaglán disappeared around a bend, Manchan guided Cráibdech to the path on the right and headed to his point of ambush. Jumping off of Cráibdech, he lay close to the ground, like a snake in the grass. He waited quietly for Déaglán - and he waited.

A stir in the grass behind him caused him to turn about. Behind him stood Déaglán, spear in hand.

"Up, sin-bearer. We are going to admire the beauty of the cliffs today.

At spearpoint, he was led to the edge of the cliffs. "Did you really think, sin-bearer, that you could kill me? Did you feel the breeze in the hill country? It whispered your plan to me. You didn't follow me here. I led you here to meet your demise. The waters will swallow you up and lead you straight to the abyss where you will forever remain. The games are over. You have reached the end of your earthly journey. Now you must atone for your sins and those of your sickly wife, Brigid." The spear backed Manchan up one more step closer to the cliff's edge.

Déaglán whispered, "You can't withstand the storm."

Manchan replied, "I am the storm."

His heart was pounding, but he didn't come this far to be defeated. His mind raced for options but found none. He refused to try to reason with Déaglán. He thought about poor, little Liadan and the injustice Déaglán laid upon her. In a fit of rage, Manchan charged Déaglán, attempting to free the spear from his hand. Déaglán remained unmovable with the spearpoint held in front. Manchan would run to his own death.

Within inches of the spear, Manchan dropped to the ground and rolled sending Déaglán sprawling to the ground. The spear flew over the cliffs, falling into the rolling waters of the cold North Atlantic.below. Now it was each man for himself, and Manchan was sure his rage would carry him through.

Celtic Battle Anthem

The two wrestled on the ground, grasping for each other's most exposed areas. Manchan found Déaglán's arm and cranked it hard behind his back. Déaglán reached for Manchan's throat with his free hand and began to squeeze. Manchan could feel himself fading away. What little strength that was left, drained from his body as both rolled close to the cliff's edge.

Déaglán on top saw the life exit Manchan and rose to toss him to his watery grave. With what little life was left, Manchan was able to trip him up. Déaglán stumbled just inches from the cliffs. His eyes peered into the depths below.

Manchan made his move. With his last ounce of energy, he charged Déaglán. In a flash, Déaglán rolled to his left catching Manchan's foot and tripping him over the edge of the ragged cliff. Déaglán stood, dusting himself off and patting himself on the back for a job well done.

He turned and walked to the edge of the cliff.Standing proudly, chest out and hands on his hips, he looked out to sea. The giant waves smashed against the rocks 300 feet below..

There was a shaking under his feet and a thunder behind him. He turned quickly only to see an infuriated Cráibdech charging him. With her long muzzle, she lifted Déaglán high in the air flipping him head over heels over the edge of the cliff. Her master had been avenged at last. Faithfull Cráibdech turned and stared at Déaglán's warhorse. The powerful beauty turned and ran back up the trail never to be seen again.

A sadness covered Cráibdech. She stood alone victorious, yet without her lifelong friend. She too looked out over the depths of the cliffs into the water below. If horses could shed a tear, she most surely did.

Stubbornly, she pawed at the ground, now softened by the late morning sun. Her prancing was gone forever, she feared. In her sadness, she lay by the cliffs and waited for her master to return, although she knew he never would. This would be her place of demise as well.

© 2017 William Kovacic

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      William Kovacic 8 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      All I can say is wait and see, Lawrence. Wait and see! As always, I appreciate your visits and comments. Thanks for stopping by.

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      Lawrence Hebb 8 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      Bill

      What? Manchan gone? That can't be! What twist do you have in store for us?

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      William Kovacic 9 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Dora,

      Somehow, my reply above got deleted. I appreciate your kind comments. I borrowed the lines Manchan speaks from a picture I saw. It's posted beside it. I can't take credit for that one.

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      William Kovacic 9 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      I'm working on the proof for The Voice. This probably will be the next one I work on. Just remember, you read it first here on HP. As for the surprise ending - well, it's not over yet. Glad you able to stop by and thanks for your encouragement.

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      William Kovacic 9 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Hi Ruby,

      Thanks for the positive input. I'm always open to ways to make it better, too.Feel free to leave some constructive criticism as well.

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      Lori Colbo 9 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Surprise ending. Outstanding writing as I've told you before. This needs to be your next book. Nice nice nice, job.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 9 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I must agree with all comments above. Your writing is adventurous, plus heartfelt. Somehow I always know the good will win over evil, but still the fear is always present. I also like that you give a voice to the animals in the way you describe their actions. Well done....

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      Dora Weithers 9 months ago from The Caribbean

      Passages like these are exceptionally compelling:

      "Déaglán whispered, "You can't withstand the storm." Manchan replied, "I am the storm.""

      "Déaglán on top saw the life exit Manchan and rose to toss him to his watery grave. With what little life was left, Manchan was able to trip him up."

      I agree. You're just so good.

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      William Kovacic 9 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Thanks, Bill. I appreciate the positive feedback. As always, your constructive criticism is welcome as well. always glad when you can stop by. I'm running late this week and need to get over to the mailbag!

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      William Kovacic 9 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Thanks, Jackie. I'm glad you liked it. I have a lot of polishing up to do to it yet, but I will be publishing it soon. Glad you were able to stop by. Hope you're feeling better.

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      Bill Holland 9 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Jackie raises an interesting point, one I've mentioned before...good writing is good writing is good writing, no matter the genre. Yours is good writing.

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      Jackie Lynnley 9 months ago from The Beautiful South

      You really do the most beautiful writing in tales I never thought would ever interest me! Of course there is the underlying lesson but so much mystery and as this one in particular ends I cannot think why this would not make a perfect story to market to the world?

      Really great job on this....