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Quinn Family

Eion Aodhán Quinn was a true example of the old saying about the luck of the Irish.  From the time he was old enough to be aware of life around him he had been able to get out of scrapes, problems and devilment with very little effort.  His sainted mother used to say it was the angels watching over him though sometimes he had to wonder if the opposite was true.  His brothers had shared in that luck, from their early days when they roamed the lands around their village until they grew older and fought in skirmishes to protect their home. 

Their grandfather, Jaxon Eli Quinn had been born in the lands of Heathfield. Like his father before him, he raised and trained horses, having an affinity to the noble animals.  In time, he became the Stablemaster to King Andrew Barrett. When the war with the Usurper Rath began and Rath murdered Andrew and his wife Atessa, Jaxon freed the thoroughbred horses into the wild before escaping to Ireland with his wife, Mary, and two sons, Brady and Jaxon II, who were toddlers at the time. They ended up in Drogheda just above Dublin. Though they longed to return to Heathfield, it never happened. They were able to purchase a large amount of land and built a new family home following the birth of their third and last child, a daughter named Chandra.
 
Jaxon's love for horses passed on to Jaxon II and Chandra.  Brady went off to school in his teens while Jaxon remained behind to help his father.  Chandra was taught the old ways and went to England to finish her training. It was while she was there that she met and married David Byrne.  They had one son, Davin, before David's early death.  Chandra remained in England, visiting her family as much as she could.  Jaxon married a lass whose mother was a Traveler, an Irish Gypsy.  They were very much in love and as a wedding gift, they were given a modest farm near the Quinn estate, and two pairs of breeding horses.  His children grew up with stories of Heathfield, told by both their grandfather and father. He and Ceyln lived well but modestly and were happy. Brady inherited the estate on the death of their father and lives there still with his wife and children, as well as Mary who is still in good health.

Jaxon and Ceyln raised six children  Three boys, Eion, Segan and Conor were followed by three girls, Gemma, Melantha and Concessa. When Concessa was six, Ceyln fell ill.  Though she did her best, there were times when she could do little and her three daughters gladly took over the chores. When Ceyln died, her family mourned deeply.  Jaxon knew he would never return to Heathfield.

There were some, especially the mothers of lovely lasses, who swore the three boys were devils themselves and likely breathed a sigh of relief when, following the death of their mother, they drifted apart.  Segan found life at sea suited him, while Conor stayed closer to home, becoming apprenticed to a saddle maker.  Eion wandered from land to land, a soldier of fortune who still had devilish good luck.  When he received an invitation from four of his closest friends to join him in England, he went with some reluctance.  The English had been no friends to the Irish but Lord Jared Bennett convince the young man otherwise.  For the first time in a long time, he remained in one place. Promising himself that he would write his family soon, he and his friends became a force to be reckoned with. 

Unfortunately for Eion, it wasn't long after that his luck began to change though he wouldn't realize it for some time.  One of his friends, Henry Darrow, had married and from the moment Eion met Jane, he was lost. It seemed she felt the same for him and though he tried to avoid what happened, he fell to her charms like a schoolboy to his first crush.  He never suspected that he was being used.  One evening, in early September, after he had spent the night in her arms while Henry was on patrol, he was arrested.  His pistol had been found at the scene of a robbery that had occurred during the night.  Rather than compromise his lovely Jane, he said nothing save to deny he had taken part in the robbery.  He was sentenced to five years in St. Osyth fortress.  It was a forbidding prison on the eastern coast of England.  The stone walls were so thick that nothing from the outside could be heard unless one was blessed with one of the windows hewn into the stone.  The cells were always too cold or too hot, dank and damp even in the hottest months of the years.   Vermin too shared the cells and only the very rich were able to ease their confinement with better accommodations but only so long as their gold held out.

Four months passed before Eion received a letter from one of his comrades.  Henry Darrow had been killed and not long after, Jane had married Lord Bennett. The rumor was that it all had been planned, from Eion's arrest to Henry's death, accomplished easier without the four to cover his back.  They sent coins to help ease his days with blankets, better food and books but after nearly a year, despair and guilt overcame Eion and he tried to escape, not once, but twice. As punishment, he was kept isolated, not even the guards allowed to speak to him.  Any attempt on his part to speak to them was followed by a beating.  During this time, a small wren had come through the small window of his cell to escape a winter's storm.  He fed the small creature crumbs and was delighted with its return.  Now he wonders if he'll spend his days slipping into madness, lost to his family and friends with only a small wren to keep him company.

-tbc-

The Waylay
 
The stallion he rode was as anxious as he was becoming. Now that they were almost there to free their brother from bondage, over a woman no less. The short wait on Rob seemed to drag on though it wasn't long at all. "The beard becomes you. I get the impression this is not the first time.." leaving it go there with a chuckle, one that help to ease the anxious feel to be on the move. At least for a few minutes. The tavern looked the worse of what they had come across so far. Broken shutters, peeling wood, stones out of place and small holes. It looked like it was the end product of a tsunami. "Are you sure it's even safe to go in there?" Dismounting just outside, the rise and fall of rowdy voices easily heard over the howling wind. It seemed the wind like to howl a lot in this area of England making him wonder if the sun ever shone here. "Let me know which man is mine to overtake." Best that decided upon before they waylaid them.

"Aye, you have that right." He chuckled then studied the tavern. "Safe enough. The owner has some men to keep order. All he cares about is collecting his money. You go after the clean shaven one. He's about your height, close to your build. Usually sits in a chair that has it's back to the wall so he can watch the door. I'll take the one with the beard and potbelly and you, Conor will take the third, with the scruffy beard. No one at the fortress will bother looking close. So arrogant, they think no one will make any attempt on the place." He grinned at the two brothers before dismounting.

"Scruffy, got it." One for each of them almost seemed boring, but he nodded, shifting his weight on the saddle to dismount. He looked over the back of his horse to Segan. "I'll take Eion on my horse once we get him out."

He looped the reins over the hitching post as he eyed his brother with the last request and gave a nod. "So, we just watch here, leave right after they do or right before when it seems that is what they getting ready to do?" He wanted to be clear on every detail at this point so even if boring, they didn't mess up. He didn't think this would be the challenge but when they went to the fortress dungeon as the three. "Any distinguishing traits you know, things often said by each if greeted or the like?"

"Very little said. Reporting for duty by last names. Yours is Benjamn," He pointed to Segan. "Yours Engles. Mine Davis." He led the way inside the dimly lit tavern. It was an unsavory place, reeking of old ale and body odor. Moving directly to a table that was well out of the way, he nodded toward another table. The three men were there with two others, in the middle of a card game. They were also drinking heavily. "Looks like a good night for this. Benjamin is on the right, against the wall. Engles to his left." Outside, a cold drizzle began. Far too often England's normal weather.

He discreetly checked out this Benjamin not wanting him to notice he was being noticed. Though by the whiskey that flowed, bottles well on their way to empty, he probably wouldn't notice if he walked up and stared at him from a few feet away. The draw of the chair scraped heavily against the wooden floor. One look and he swung it around, switching it for a more solid one from the table next to them. The muscle along his jaw clenched with various thoughts as he took note of the others about. Best not to say more, and talk between them low for their accents. A fight any other night would be the usual way but this one he would try and avoid what they seemed to attract naturally.

Not Conor. As he claimed a chair he waved the serving lass over, tossing payment to her tray even before an order was made. "One for each of us and then...one more for each at that table over there." With a motion of head he indicated the table where the whiskey already flowed. He kept his voice low as he spoke to her, so that only the tone, not the actually words or accent would be overheard. "At this point of the evening I doubt they will ask, but if they do, lass, just tell them the drinks come as recognition for all that they do." The last of his statement was more of a growl than actual words, his gaze moving from her to the man marked as Engles. He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest, his head slightly bowed and watching the goings-on at that table from under his brow.

The five men were loud and rowdy, the serving lass having to slap hands or dodge pinches. She gave them the drinks which they accepted without question. By the time the three were done with their drinks, the game was nearly over. There was an argument over payment of a debt, during which Rob stood and tossed a coin onto the table. It was time to get ready to make their move and he'd lead the brothers to the place where they could ambush the guards.

A slow grin spread as he watched his brother. Toast them then waylay taking their clothes. He kicked back the rest of his drink as he was up, setting the empty glass back on the table, time for the men to pay up. A ready when you are look cast both brother and Rob, one he was starting to look upon as a friend.
 
Though his drink was in front of him, Conor didn't drink. When Rob made the move for them to leave, he slid from his place and followed.

Rob saluted the tender as he left, glancing over his shoulder briefly to make sure the brothers were following. He made a turn down a street, then slipped into a narrow alley. "They take the same shortcut out of the city every time. We'll tuck them safely away in one of the deserted warehouses. By the time they wake, we'll be long gone. " They'd have to cause a ruckus to be found but there were watchmen. He motioned to where they could hide and watch where another alley intersected. They weren't far from the city wall but there were no guards stationed there. The small town never seemed to feel they were in danger.

He was right on Rob's heels, in step with his brother while he listened to the quiet words as they turned into the alleyway. He needed something hard, so picked up a good size stone, one that would help knock the man out for many hours, dazed when he came to and a time before he could even work up a ruckus. There were some large garbage bins in the direction where Rob pointed so he took to fitting down behind one, well into the shadows as he crouched. The round stone palmed was soaking up warmth from his hand.

"Creatures of habit." Conor's grin tugged up on one side of his mouth. He would have thought himself to be such a creature back home. He'd be sure to change that after tonight. The shadows of the alley worked to their advantage, heavy and dark where they were, lighter and revealing where the men would come near. Conor pressed his back against the rough, stone wall of the building behind him, his fingers tightening then flexing as his hands dangled by his side. "By the looks of it I'll be lucky if that Engles has bathed this month." Having to wear the man's post month clothing could be bad but if the man had critters, Conor would NOT be happy. That might just earn the bast'ed an extra blow or two!

He chuckled then took up a hiding place in the darkness beneath stairs across from where Segan was hiding. It wasn't long before the drunken trio made their way down the street, laughing and arguing and paying little attention to their surroundings. Why would they?! They served as guards at the dreaded fortress! Rob waited until they were past and stepped out, trusting to the brothers to do the same. He used Davis' own cloak to blind the man, throwing it over his head and hitting him soundly with the board he had found. The man crumpled with nary a sound.

Segan was quick once the men passed where he was hiding, darting up and out; he had put his sights on Benjamin soon as they entered the alleyway. Luckily he was on his outer edge. One hand to gab his shoulder but too fast for the man to even let out a yell as the stone came down hard against the back of his head. Grabbing him up as the stone fell and he with it. Slipping his hands quickly under his armpits as he dragged him aside, waiting on Rob to show them the door to the warehouse he intended for them to take them once unconscious.

"What the..." Engles turned one way, then the other, as the commotion began. Who would dare? They served as guards at the dreaded... He didn't even have time to complete his thought. Conor stepped from the shadows directly in front of him and, with a smile to cause Satan himself to be taken aback, the youngest Quinn brother shot out a fist with his right hand to crack Engles square in the nose. The man's head snapped back and he 'umphed' out a grunt of pain. Conor's left fist slammed under that uplifted chin and the guard began to crumble. But not before Eion's brother managed to get one more blow in to the pitching man's left jaw. The weight of the unconscious body hit cobblestones with a sickening thud. Conor stood over him a moment. Perhaps searching in the less than adequate lighting for bugs? There was no telling. He squatted next to the blackguard and hooked an arm under the pit and shoulder of Engles. No gracious tug or pull, no, the body was nothing if not dragged by the one arm to where Rob would indicate.

He left Davis in the dirt until the door was opened. "Quickly, lads." Whispering as he passed them and made his way to Davis again. He dragged him in lastly, then motioned toward ropes that lay in wait for the three men. Dumping Davis with little gentleness, he grabbed up one of the ropes and after stripping the man down to his skivies, trussed him up. He made sure to gag him so the man couldn't holler for help once he finally woke.

He was on the move even if the man was fairly heavy being deadweight. Luckily he was built up for such a life at sea as well being trained as a warrior. Man was dragged, not avoiding any lumps or debris along the cobblestones. He'd have a good share of bruises all over his body as well the goose egg forming on the back of his head. "I'm letting you off easy, blackguard," growled under his breath as he dragged him up the few steps and into the warehouse. Laying him on the floor, he stripped him down naked, donning his tunic, cloak and taking his helmet before tying him up good and sticking his underwear in his mouth as a gag. The rest of the clothing was balled up and would be deposited in one of the bens outside on their way. He looked around spying a large crate made of steel webbing and so dragged it over to place over him. He looked like he was in a cage which suited. He headed for the door checking the alleyway as Rob and Conor took care of the other two. He heard a group pass down the mouth of the alleyway but luckily didn't turn down it, steps and voices fading as he went flat up against the wall out of sight. Easing back to check again and out once they were ready.

Thump, thump, thump up the steps that backside, legs and feet went. The body was tucked in a corner and there, Conor dropped to one knee and relieved the man of his clothing. He stood, glancing to Segan as he opened the door and slipped out, tugging on the guard's attire in the process. Conor snatched up the rope and was once more to a knee, wrapping and tying and muttering under his breath while he worked. Something about predictability, and excessive drinking, washing his clothing, bathing his nasty-ass, and like those words, any others were lost in his grumbling until he finished bounding his charge and stood. He started across the warehouse toward the door, tugging up the collar of his tunic to sniff it. Wrong move! He released that stretched material with a snort of "dirtyfeck."
 
-tbc-

Break Out from Hell
 
Rob merely chuckled as he watched the two men though he appreciated Segan's watching out the door. "Now, we just walk. No sneakin', no hiding. A lift of a hand to others, or a nod. No more then that. Fortress isn't far." A fine drizzle began to fall, causing Rob to grumble under his breath. A good steady rain would cover their escape but the drizzle would keep most in for the night. He set the pace for the fortress, the step of three men who were moving to reach their posts on time. The few folks who were out were heading home, most for the night. Some were heading for the taverns for a meal and drink. Nearly all avoided the three men, though one or two nodded in greeting.

"Aye," having the helmet tucked under his arm and once in the street slid it down over his head, adjusting it as well the man's overcloak. He grunted under his breath in practice. "Benjamin," that sounded all right to him but then, he didn't have the accent, the others here did! He set his pace to match Rob's while getting use to seeing out from the helmet so more downcast that he didn't trip over anything. When anyone nodded, he nodded back for obviously they at least knew the men and they would respond, so he figured anyway. Didn't say anything, but then it would seem they were set on getting to their destination in the rain. Rain was heaven sent.

The rain was one way to clean this foul clothing he was wearing, but at the same time, the helm pulled down over his face trapped in the foul odor of the now wet tunic. Conor tried not to breathe too deeply, the inside of the helmet reeked of stale, foul breath and long-overdue-for-a-scrubbing head. The Quinn brother posing as Engles was in a state of disgust and were it not for the severity of their upcoming venture, he may have just tossed the whole of it aside with a curse. As it was, he measured his breaths...short, shallow, quickly released...and kept his stride alongside the other two. He noted any dents or marks upon their helmets, any tell-tale signs of identification on their tunics lest they get separated and he had to find them. He knew he wouldn't be difficult to locate, Segan and Rob could just follow their noses!

Davis' helm had a mark on one side though it was more for the man to know which was his in case he lost it. They followed the road out of town for a distance, then Rob pointed to a turnoff in the road. An imposing gate was closed, it's wooden doors thick. "Five'll get ya ten no one is there." He said as he hurried the pace just a bit. There was a smaller door in the left side of the gate and he made for that. As predicted, no one was there, though a fire still smoked in the small stove that heated the guard house. "Our horses will be in the trees just beyond the bend that is further down the road. If we get separated the lad will point you in the right direction." He looked at the imposing fortress that sat on the cliffs. "This will be a first, m'friends. Hopefully it'll cause the dismissal o' a few here." And not have worse put in their place. It wouldn't take but a few minutes until they reached the main door of the fortress even if it seemed further.

Brothers were meant to torture each other and the vibes, as well the breathing, Conor was giving off made him a perfect candidate for the next comment. being he was close so he'd hear the lowered words, "I think Engles had cooties," otherwise known as hair lice, bugs, creepy crawling things that were probably crawling around inside that helmet his brother wore. He quieted to hear what Rob had to say, especially making a mental note where the horses were hidden. He'd not so much count on finding the lad to be there at the right moment when needed. Steps slowed as he took in the rising fortress like some dark omen that watched over the sea. "Hell's gates," brought back the visual of the sign from that place they had stopped. Low and muttered under his breath but he'd been to hell and back before so what was one more time? By Rob's comment he could easily surmise that no one had broken out or escaped from this place before. "Always a first time.." still keeping his words low as he continued onward with Rob's lead.

Conor didn't rebut Segan's dig, he just cut a look from the corner of the eye slit, then kept his attention straight ahead. Through the door, past the smoldering fire, to face the Goliath to their David. "JesusJosephandMary." Conor's words all molded together as he looked the entrance over then cast a glance toward Segan. He scratched just below his armpit at his side, not even considering that Segan's words just might be true. At this point, they had bigger critters to conquer.

As they approached, the door swung open. It too was wooden but enforced with metal on the outside. Rob would show the two men the way out shortly. First he looked at the man who stood there eyeing them. "Whatcho lookin' at, ya great ugly horse's arse." Speaking in more than a passable imitation of Davis. "Any'fing new?" The guard shook his head, though he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "'is lordship be in 'is cups h'again, lik' that be h'any'fing new. Best stay nor' side. H'usual patrol. Check on ol' Cal. Surgeon say 'e likely won' mak' th' night." Rob gave a brisk nod, then leaned toward the man, grinning. "They lost big t'night so I be likely talkin' to meself whil' we mak' th' rounds." Giving an excuse why his two companions didn't say anything. As the guard laughed, he led the two to a room and closed the door, leaning against it once they were in. He'd be hard to move. "Right, lads. If ya need ta mak' marks so ya know ya way out, do. Keep 'm high. They don' tend ta look up. We'll start from the way ou' and mak' our way to the cell. Aye?"

He caught that look his way from Conor, probably the same one he'd see back at him. Their brother was imprisoned in Hell and they were going in to get him out. Come Hell or high water, come a swarm of locust or snake pits to go through, they were going in no matter what faced them to get Eion out. Eion was lucky to have such a friend as he had in Rob or they may not have gotten this far. Being Rob was doing the talking a hand lifted to scratch at the side of his neck as he looked in the direction the one indicated like he knew what was going on. That was his cue to give a disgruntled sounding grunt as if in a really bad mood. He was in a quick surveillance of the room once inside as he spotted a crowbar, long enough steel handle with the claw at the one end. Perfect for scratching marks at tricky intersections and to use as a weapon if needed. Another weapon in a place like this was a good thing as he saw it.

Conor stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, nodding off to the man and not saying a word. Lucky enough for Conor that he didn't need to speak, anticipation and mounting anger were building in his throat, choking off any necessary comments. Once they were past the first hurdle, and behind closed door, the youngest brother lowered to a knee and slid out the dagger hidden in his boot. He was looking up to Rob as the man spoke, nodding off his consent for their direction. The blade sliced through flesh on the side of his left hand, just long enough, deep enough, to produce a line of seeping blood. He cleaned the blade on the inside of his pant leg then slipped the weapon back to its hiding place. He stood. "Well then, let's be about it." He shot his left hand up, tagging the stone of the wall with his blood. It would be easy enough to keep the wound open and oozing, just that contact caused the wound to  prepare for the next mark.

"One more thing," Rob waited a moment then continued, dropping the accent briefly. "You're going to see and hear things that will stay with you a long time, if not the rest of your lives. There's naught to be done about those imprisoned here. Some are not deserving, but we don't have time to weed them out. We can make a diversion if needed by freeing some, sending them toward the gates but if they don't succeed, it'll go hard on them. When we get close to Eion's cell, you can decide on that." He grimaced as he added, "Though if were me, I'd take my chances." Stepping out of the door, he glanced around, then raised his voice. Aye, ya kin cuss all ye wan' but tha' be the way o' it. Lost fair 'n square ya did." He headed for the nearest set of steps but before they started off, he made a turn down a narrow hallway. Beneath the stairs was the door he spoke of, nearly hidden by some barrels and crates. "The one is in here who's helping me moved the barrels out. Once we're gone, he'll put 'em back. And if anyone sees him, claim he was making sure the door is locked." Then he started for the stairs. The fortress was maze-like but he took his time to make sure the two made the marks as needed.

He tested out the crowbar with a scratch in a cross high up along the wall where he could  easily reach with it. Lowering it as Rob spoke up and attention turned there. "It'll be adding it to my collection then," for his travels he'd seen quite a bit, possibly immune to a lot of it, not that he agreed or became indifferent. Most could not be changed but if he could, he would. Even a slight sliver of an opening for an opportunity to right what was wrong, he took the chance. Though, with his brother's life at stake, and theirs at this point, it would have to be a good opening not any unnecessary chances. "I doubt any harder than staying in here and a sure death." Which Rob's second comment he fully agree with.  He followed Rob making the usual grumbling noises expected as he was listening. He was getting that kind of antsy to get to where his brother was, get him out and get the hell out of here!
 
Conor swallowed, nodding to Rob's warning. He, unlike his brothers, had not traveled far from their farm, had not experienced much more than the birthing of a foal or the eagerly awaited bar room brawl. He was a country lad,  content with his living, which he had gotten rather good at, and his place in the scheme of sibling things. As Rob turned down that narrowed hall, Conor shot a look behind him, and with none watching, he stretched up and scraped the outside of his hand to the wall. A wince at the sting of rough stone to wound but the curved blood stain was faint enough to blend in to any not looking specifically for it. He released a rather long breath of air. "Seems you've been planning this even before the likes of us, Rob." He smiled behind the cover of helmet, Rob wouldn't see, but Conor couldn't help but respect the man just a bit more for all he must have done for Eion these many, many, many months.

"Aye, first chance I could though gettin' men I coul' trust ... " he made a motion of dismissal. Down a hall and up another level then he paused. There were several guards in the hall he wanted to use, arguing apparently. Swearing softly, he took another hall that came out below the two men, held up a finger and stepped into the first hall. The men saw him and broke up, heading away. He let out a sigh of relief then nodded. "Eion's cell is at the end of this hall. Need to make a show of checking the doors and rooms. Luckily, it seems those men shouldn't have been on this level." From one of the cells there came a groan and then a call out for the surgeon. Rob frowned and cast a look at the two men then tossed Segan a bundle from beneath the cloak. "I'll watch the hall. Those are for Eion." To Conor he handed a skeleton key and grinned. "Comes with Davis being the corporal."

When not making a scratch here and there, between he and his brother they would have to be blind not to find their way back with the multiple, discreet markings. The crowbar was flipped up straight along his inner arm, like a baton, having it camouflaged against his side as they reached another hall with a few guards in it. It would certainly do well as a surprise weapon but then there were the swords they all had from the guards they took the identities of if needed. He hadn't realized he held his breath until it was released that there would not be a confrontation ... yet. He caught the bundle one handed and was quickly down the hall to the cell door. While waiting on Conor, who was a few steps behind him, words came low through the bars of the cell. Couldn't really see inside as it was so dark and dank. "Eion," he'd recognize the voice and a heads up. Hopefully.

"Our thanks to Davis then." His fingers closed around the key with a sharp nod of head before he took off down the hall to where Segan stood. Conor shouldered his brother aside, shoving the key in the hole and giving the key a strong twist. The lock released with a grinding clunk and Conor stepped back, gripping the handle and giving it a jerk. The door opened fairly easily for so heavy an obstruction. The pungent waft of confinement caused the youngest Quinn to flinch internally but he pressed inward, searching out the darkened cell for the shape of a body in the small, stone chamber. The form of his brother.

Eion had been standing at the window of his cell, trying to see more than the sky. He would have had to climb up to do so and didn't trust his balance. The small wren that had saved his sanity had flown away at the sound of the voice outside the door. As Eion turned the door opened and he stood there, stunned and uncertain. The guards hadn't spoken to him in weeks. He was thin and dirty, and if Conor thought the clothes he wore stank, he hadn't come near his brother. His hair was long, his clothes ragged and hanging off his frame, and his beard ... well, it was the beard of one who had not used a razor in months. "Come t' torture me, yae bluidy bastiches?" Recognizing the clothes if not the men.
 
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"Aye, t'at we 'ave," Segan was on Conor's heels and this time shouldered him aside as he held out the change of clothes. "T'e sooner yea get intae t'ese, t'e sooner yea can join yea brot'ers and get t'e 'ell out o' 'ere!" Which in Eion's weaken state, he was already helping him by taking a hold of what was left of his shirt and tearing it off his body. Taking the shirt from the bundle as it was going over his brother's head. Pants would be next if Conor didn't get to them already in helping.

There the imprisoned brother stood, in what little light was afforded by the high window of his cell. "Holy Christ, Eion?" Were the first words that slipped from his tongue before he managed to garner his wits. He witnessed Segan's quick actions while he stood there but was soon enough over to help steady Eion against Segan's administrations. "Aye, come to torture you, you hairy sack of bones, all the way back to the isle." Conor reached up to slap the helm from his face. "And enjoying every minute of it, I'll be." His grip tightened when Eion's balance wavered while his pants were being traded off. "Rob's outside, be about getting yourself all pretty for him, aye?" His free hand lifted and dropped his face cover back down, then he bent to retrieve the helmet for Eion, muffling any words the man might utter from the speedy transformation underway beneath that head covering.

"Segan. Conor?" Stunned until that tearing off of his shirt, then he was hitting away his brother's hands. "I can put me own pants on. How in God's name ... Rob? Where?" A thousand questions and not a moment to answer any.  The room held a better bed than most with wool blankets, a desk and chair, a table, candles and a very small stove for heating -- all bought with the gold Rob and the others had sent. The food wasn't near enough for a man his size but at least Eion wasn't sick. He blinked as the helmet was retrieved. "Beard will be seen." Muttering before he held out a hand for a knife. He just make it shorter, not try to shave.

"Hurry lads." Rob was over to the door to peer in. "We don't want to tarry too long here." He flashed Eion a quick grin before he headed away again and waited at the middle of the hall.

"Aye, that be us. You'll get your answers later. Time's of the essence," which he was sure Eion would realize and making quick work of him getting changed with both of their help even through the protest. Once done, "holy Christ," as Eion was going to take the time to chop his beard some. He was over to the cell door to keep watch and there was Rob, hopefully Eion would forget about the beard, he had the extra helmet on. "Time to get out of this hell hole."

"Stuff it in the tunic, Eion. No time for grooming your ugly arse." He even reached over to help his eldest brother tuck the mass into his shirt front. They each had a helmet on and in the darkened corridors the fact that Eion had facial hair hidden away might be missed by any passing guards. "You need a shoulder to lean on, Older Brother?" The last was said in such a tone that Eion would surely take offense and his pride would give him some of what strength back he had lost during his confinement. "I can carry you if need be but we need to get going, aye?" Two quick quirks of head toward the door indicated which direction Eion should start in...right now.

They'd have to forgive him for his lapse.  He had lost all sense of time in there and didn't even consider that cropping the beard would be a delay they couldn't afford. "I'll bae showin' you who needs help once we're out of here." He growled and started for the door, adjusting the cloak to hide him even more. Rob was given a quick clap of a hand to his shoulder before Eion stopped. "Which way?" He was sure Rob wouldn't take them out the front but then again, the fact the three were here was beyond incredible.

A hand was clapped to his friend's shoulder in return before he pointed for the stairs. "Shall we make a diversion, lads, or just try to get out of here without any noise?" This time of night the fortress was quiet except for the cries and groans of the prisoners.

"Normally I'd be up for a fight but the condition Eion is in, best to get the hell out of here without incident if we can. If we need to leave a few unconscious along the way," giving a shrug of his shoulder though a thought occurred. "Does that key open only one cell or all of them?" They could open up a few more and let the ones inside make a getaway. There were probably ones that were someone else's brother in there, father or son. "Know of any that would have a chance?" Being it seemed Rob knew most of who was in here. He would follow Rob's lead no matter.

A low chuckle even in the midst of danger rumbled free and Connor fled the cell with his brother. With Rob's words, he spun, reaching around the door to pull the key free from the lock. "One way to find out, eh, Segan? And if not, that rod you're sporting is in working order. Get to using it while I try this key out!" The more they could set to running down the corridors, the greater the chances of the four of them going unnoticed. He crossed the hall, sliding back the face plate of the door. "If you're able, get to your feet and make good use of them, Man." The sound of freedom echoed down the hall as that door was unlocked and swung open. "You're on your own from here." He called into the darkness and started to the next door. Segan could set to work on the other side until enough were scurrying to distract the real guards of this ratpit. Conor had a key! He didn't care who had a chance and who didn't, he was chinking free every door that he passed.

"I'll manage." Eion couldn't help the grin though and he looked at Rob. "Owe yae big." He muttered then watched as Conor set to opening the doors. He knew that he'd be slower than the others but for the moment, the fact that freedom was so close would give him the energy needed.

"It's a skeleton key. Too hard to remember  which is ... " he let that die as Conor began to unlock the cell doors and chuckled. "Owe your brothers more. Let's keep moving while they free the prisoners." Some could move well enough and would be passing the others up. Some could barely walk but still were trying. And there were a few, too scared, sick or injured to even try. Rob considered a second hall a moment, then motioned. "Let's take the other set o' stairs. Better to not be with those making for the main ones." The fortress hadn't always been a prison. It had been a home to the Templar, hence the maze-like layout.

He was using the crowbar on some to expedite the process. One healthier looking male with some muscle on him yet, he slid out Benjamin's sword. "Use it well and you'll have a fighting chance. Hell, take over the prison, arm the men with anything you can get your hands on. Many of them are in their cups thinking it's another rainy night." Speeding up his steps once done with his task, he caught up with Rob and Eion as they had their own mission in getting out of here. He still had his crowbar and a long knife if needed.

As the prisoners shuffled or darted as best they could, Conor paused to see his brothers and Rob well on their way. He bent, retrieved his dagger, then crossed to one of the opened doors. There he carved Go hlfreann leat - Quinn into the wood. To hell with you - Quinn. Not deep, he didn't have time for deep, but he had time for sentiment and he spit into the words. A firm nod and he kept his blade in hand, chasing off through the men still struggling to set themselves free to where he had seen the other three disappear. At first, he had a momentary concern that he had lost his party, but then he caught sight of them and quickly caught himself up.

The more sadistic guards were on duty in the early evening, before the drinking began. The warden had picked his men well at the time. He had to pause once to catch his breath, shaking his head but giving no excuses. Only a moment, no more. As the guards were realizing men were escaping, there were shouts of alarm filtering through the halls. Some had overpowered other guards with keys. "I'll not be holdin' yae back." Eion muttered. "Not after yae risked so much." He pushed off the wall again and motioned to Rob to continue.

So far the back stairs were clear, clogged with neither guards or prisoners. On the next level, Rob took hold of Eion's arm, slinging it over his shoulder. He headed for another hall, shouting as guards appeared. "Get moving, yae idjits! We 'ave injured men! Protect h'our backs!" He cut a glance to the two younger brothers and motioned for them to go ahead. They were near the stairs that hid the two and they would need to make sure the way was clear.

Segan was ready to club any guard that stopped or questioned them. With his free hand he'd point to the opposite direction they were going as Rob spoke up, a silent saying that's where the outbreak was or escapees, though it would lead them on a merry chase to nowhere or ambushed, even better. Maybe in a few days they would read about it in the paper, which would expose Jared Bennett and shut him down for illegal practices outside the law. He had hung back to make sure Conor caught up for he would be lucky none of the prisoners that were being freed by the other prisoners, didn't mistake him for a guard and attack. They were almost there.

As the shouts were heard, Conor unsheathed the sword with his free hand. Rob's guise seemed to appease the guards who rushed past them but he turned anyway, looking to make sure those men continued on. Three steps backwards enough before he spun and passed by Eion and Rob, glancing to his weakened brother from beneath the face shield of his helmet. He caught sight of the blood stain above the barrels and crates and with his hip, leg and foot started scooting them aside. He growled out a curse and set his weapons aside, grasping and pulling, yanking and twirling the barriers from their path. Conor Quinn was a patient man for the most part...usually. Okay, maybe not so much after all. The helmet was jerked from his head when the blasted thing kept shifting and he couldn't see to move the obstruction from the door. He threw it to the side, shoving away the last of the blockade.

With Conor reaching the barrels first, the door was cleared faster then he likely realized. Rob glanced up the stairs then shook his head and turned to Segan. "The three of you go. I'll reblock the door and make me own way out." He didn't want to chance his friend not making it to the door and it being found open. "Hurry now." Rob had in mind another way out. "Don't forget where the horses are. Tell Wynn to take me horse and get out o' there once he sets your feet in the direction of the ship." Eion was given a quick hug. "You can contact me same as always. I'll not be leaving." He had an alibi waiting for him back at the farm.

Eion leaned as he watched Conor and couldn't hide his grin. Seems the temper was still there. Today it was serving them well. He looked at Rob and nodded, hugging him in return. "Marry that lass and raise plenty of wee ones. Come visit us when we're settled." He had a lot of questions for his brothers, the least of which was how they found out where he was! He headed through the door on his own steam, not looking back though once through, he paused to wait for his brothers.

"If you've cause to need leave, come join us in Eire," having no clue the rest were already moved to Heathfield, still, he knew how to contact Eion and if after the fact of their departure, instructions would be given him from the family estate in Eire. It was an invitation in appreciation, a clasp to Rob's shoulder, "luck continue with you if skill fails," so he was covered before he was helping Eion along with Conor to make their way through the door and the corridor that would lead them out. Someone had started a fire in a part of the dungeon fortress to add to the mayhem. The faint trace of smoke already being picked up on. Between he and Conor, they would near carry Eion.

Conor was retrieving his weapons while his brothers said their parting words to Rob. He leaned a bit to look to where Eion was taking himself at a pretty decent clip and Segan after him. He looked back to Rob. "At the farm, I left a bit of thanks. Would you see that Bryson gets a portion of it?" He grinned then spun to start away. "Oh, and if ever you come across a locket, with a Q upon it's face and a miniature of my parents...I'd be liking that back, right?" A twitch of another grin and he started to run, those few steps backwards as he saluted Rob in farewell and thanks before he spun and chased after his brothers.

The offer by Segan was appreciated and he nodded. "Thank you. I'll remember."  Then it was to Conor he spoke next, grinning.  "Aye, I can do that." He chuckled and nodded. "A locket. I'll be keeping an eye out for too." He wasn't sure where it had been lost but he'd still be looking. After Conor disappeared through the door, he closed it and dragged the barrels and crates back. With the smoke becoming thicker, he made sure there were no scrape marks then made for the door. He'd not be the only guard heading out. "Ge' som' buckets, ye fools! We needs to ge' tha' fire out."
 
-tbc-

Return to Eire
 
The ship had been waiting for them as promised, and took both men and horses aboard. It was a good size brigantine, used for smuggling more often than not. The Captain, being the good Irishman he was, refused to take any coin for helping the brothers, glad to be doing his bit against the Bennett family. They had to circumvent England then cross the water between it and Ireland. The crossing was rough, a storm having blown up as they were nearly across but by the time they reached Irish soil, the sun was shining. One night had to be spent in an inn but they were all up before dawn and well on their way again after a quick breakfast. Eion had taken the time to shave and though the clothes that Rob had obtained for him hung on his frame, they were clean. As they neared the village near the family farm, Eion stopped a moment and looked down at the village. The sense of freedom was near overwhelming, enough to bring tears to his eyes, though he'd claim it was the dust of the road. "Nearly there, brothers mine. A day I never thought I'd see." He knew they'd have to be watching for Bennett's men but hopefully that too would pass.

Segan had enjoyed the storm, bracing it on deck with hands clamped to the rail. A slicker worn but the hood down so his face got washed with the salty spray. It made him feel cleaner and alive. As the storm cleared, the darkened clouds moving on as they moved away from it, he met the sun equally which soon had him dry, slicker and all. It helped to lift his spirits and a good nights sleep than he had in a long time. At least at this Inn they blended right in with no accent at all! He kept at Eion to eat more than he was consuming with the idea he needed it, put more weight back on the bag of bones. At least he looked far better once all that hair was gone off his face. He teased him until he had shaved, calling him the Sheenie man. It was when they stopped on the grassy knoll above the village and where their homestead was beyond, he finally broke the news. "Da had been sick when he sent us to find you." Not adding the hope that their father had recovered from whatever had ailed him at the time. At the time, it didn't seem drastic enough not to send them after their brother, his instincts high he was in trouble and right their father had been.

Were it not for Eion's fragile frame, Conor could have been mistaken as the one who had been imprisoned. The trip across the water, especially with the storm, nearly did the man in but soon enough, thank the good Lord above, they had reached good Irish soil and then on to refresh and rejuvenate at the inn. As they drew rein on the knoll, Conor looked with longing at their homestead. Pleased to be able to bring their brother home, he glanced once to his kin and then heeled his mount onward to home.

Oh, it hadn't taken much teasing for him to shave off that growth and to trim his hair. He had bathed too, with soap strong enough to hopefully kill any unwanted passengers. He glanced at Conor to see if he looked less pale but Segan's words had him quickly looking his way. He just nodded, then urged his horse to follow Conor's. He too was hoping that their father had recovered by now and would be there to lecture his eldest son.

He urged his horse forward with his brothers but soon had him into an out and out gallop. One that brought him racing through the streets as the villagers stepped aside, some having to dart fast to not get trodden on. The streets wound their way, intersecting with others like a beehive, around corners of cobblestone that had the hooves in a fast clip clop announcing his arrival ahead of time, time enough to get out of his way. There were comments called out, "where's t'e devil aft yea Segan?" Which he would point to where his brothers were close behind. Laughing the while as he headed from the main village to the outskirts where their farm sat on a sloping hill. Sheep dotted the area as well a mule near the stable, the bramble cleared away along the stone wall that encircled their lot. The gate was open as he didn't stop until reaching the front of their home. Finally he took a deeper breath as he dismounted and looped the reins over the hitching post as he waited on his brothers. An elated feeling that they would make their father proud before it was dashed away, broadsided by a feeling of dread. He blinked looking up at the face of their home, something was not right. Not right at all.

Eion blinked in surprise as Segan suddenly rode passed them both like a madman. Of course, that only meant a challenge and he urged his horse into a gallop after him. At one point, his horse had to jump a wagon that had been making its way across the road but not all the way apparently until Segan rode by. He laughed at the curses heard but didn't slow until they were close to the farm and then it was to take it the scene before him. He finally urged his mount into a trot and joined Segan, frowning as he dismounted. "Where is everyone?" He asked as he tied the reins of his horse off and looked at the front door. The house seemed awfully quiet.

This would not be the first time the Quinn boys raced through town, avoiding possible damage to person and property. So often that Conor was almost comfortable with bending over the fence rail to take the strap which followed these tests of brotherly skill. His hoots as he reined around carts and people, animals and obstacles brought about either amused laughter or angry cursing. Each depending on how far he was from the first and close he was to the second.  Out of breath with the effort to best his brothers, he didn't notice at first that no one worked around the house. He just jumped from horseback and started to tie the straps to the pole. It wasn't until his brothers spoke that he looked up and over to the house. His gaze lifted to the window of his father's room. "Christ, Eion." He whispered, noticing the black cloth which hung over the curtain of that window. "Segan?"

"I don't like the feel of this nor lack of sound." Cursing under his breath as he finally noticed the black curtain of death. He was tearing up the steps, the unlocked door slammed open as he dashed into their foyer. By this time the caretaker had come up from the cellar having heard the sound of horses. Wide eyed a moment seeing more the silhouette of Segan with the light behind him, which then had him seeing both the brothers. Old Michael O'Reilly blanched, "ye didn't 'ear?" Hoping that they had for he didn't like to be the bearer of bad news. Looking from Segan to the brothers behind him.

It wasn't just that black cloth but there wasn't even the sound of their sisters talking or the smell of cooking. He was right behind Segan, pausing as he took in the sight of Old Michael. He looked toward the door of their Father's bedroom before his eyes were back on the man. "When," was all he managed to get out, a cold chill gripping his heart. Old Michael just sighed. "Abou' a week, maybe two afte' yae lads left. Yer sisters bae in Heat'field. T'ey even took yer parents remains and yer grandfat'er's, bless t'eir souls, and buried t'em t'ere." He looked from one to the other. "I'm sorra, lads. Yer uncle and Mel took care o' everyt'ing. She lef' yae a note." He headed over to a shelf and picked up the rolled parchment and handed it to Eion. "I been takin' care o' the lands fer yae." He left the three men alone then so they could deal with the news.

As always, Conor was on the heels of his brothers but this time he stopped at the door, reaching out to have that solid wood steady his wavering stance. He finally gave in and pressed his back against that frame, sliding all the way down to sit upon the floor, his arms crossed on top of his lifted knees, his head resting against his arms.

Segan stood stark still like a stone statue as Michael gave them the bad news. Guilt took over that he had left when his father was that kind of ill and had to have known it. He should have been at his side but devil take him, they barely made it in time to get Eion out of the prison he'd been thrown in. He was plagued with rolling emotions driving him this way and that, the house, his brothers and even Old Michael became as one watching a scene they were not part of, but at a distance. The words registering in that distant sort of way. He barely tore his sights off Michael to where he was getting this note to show Eion. He waited in this deadly outward calm.

He was in a daze as he took the paper, staring at the blackened hearth for a long moment. "He must have known .... " His words trailed off as his eyes closed against the grief that threatened to overwhelm him. He was blaming his own pride in not writing for his brothers being away. "Why Heathfield?" Muttered as he opened the letter and read it. "He ... thought he'd recover but after a couple nights knew the end was near. The three of us own the farm," which had him smiling slightly in spite of the sadness that now hung over the three like a heavy blanket, "but, he'd like us to go to Heathfield and see to our sisters. There's .... another from Mel. This is what he asked her to do. Letter from her dated not too long ago. She's staying there. Uncle Brady has the papers." He was talking in short sentences, trying to keep emotions in check. "I'm sorry." With that he was over to the bedroom door, opening it and just standing there staring, and remembering.

Rage and anger near reddened blue eyes with the deep felt sorrow that engulfed him. He barely contained himself while Eion let them know what was in the notes. Once done, he tore out of the house before he broke something valuable or destroyed part of it. In a full out run up the hill that sloped up from the back of the farm to the forest beyond. He had a place well hidden in thicket and brush he use to go when he'd done something wrong and knew he'd be found out. It would give him some time to reflect on his own before the whipping he was sure to get. He would be back in a short time but they might hear the raging bellow he let out once he stood in the hideaway clearing. Rage, Anger, Anguish mixed. 

Conor remained where he was, head on arms, staring into the room. He didn't flinch when Segan stormed past him, he didn't move his gaze when Eion left the room. His thoughts were his own, and though similar to his brothers, so were his feelings. His eyes welled with those pent up emotions so he shut them tight briefly to squeeze the buildup free before reopening them. Silent. Silent. The house was silent. No sounds of laughter, or shouting, or ... life.

He had crumpled up the papers without realizing it until he looked down at his hand. While he had been in prison, he had dreamed of coming home, seeing everyone here, except their Ma who had been gone for a long time. He had expected laughter and tears and ... but there was no point on dwelling on dreams. He just leaned against the sill and closed his eyes. He'd see Brady in the morning, knowing that he'd have their Da's will and Eion wanted to get that over with. There wouldn't be much to deal with. Then, in a week, maybe two, maybe sooner, they could decide what they were going to do. He wanted to see their sisters. Beyond that, he couldn't think. He glanced over his shoulder at Conor but didn't say anything. They each would deal with this in their own way.

An hour passed before Segan walked into the tomb again, for certainly that was what it was. "I'm getting my things worthwhile taking and heading to this Heathfield." Obviously he had been hearing in spite of not seeming so. "There is nothing here and anything we still have is there." Meaning the rest of their direct family. "I'll not spend a night here again." He was determined, mind set as he headed up the steps to his old room to collect his things. He called down to them, "I've a ship in the harbor if your coming with me." He would find out where the lands were from the harbor master there and get all the coordinates he needed. Though he might seem all right, drawers and the like were yanked open then slammed shut as he tossed everything he wanted into a trunk. He would stop by to see his uncle as it was still early enough to do so but he couldn't stand being in a home that was no longer one.

Conor hadn't moved that entire hour except to look out of the door rather than into the room. It was because of this he saw Segan's return. Only then did he draw in a deep breath of acceptance and stood, but he didn't move from that spot. Conor had his leather shop, but even that was so that he could help provide for his family. And that family was no longer here. He listened to the conversation between brothers, thinking his own course of action through. "I've things I need to see to here before I can leave." Which also meant another journey by ship...not exactly something Conor was eager to undergo. "Eion, I could see to things here if you..." He pulled at the collar of his shirt. "I mean, I know you'd like to tend to matters yourself, but I could while I closed my shop, so you could travel with Segan and find our sisters." There was a hitch in his voice throughout his explanation, one he couldn't control.

He had gone into the bedroom and sat on the bed, head in his hands until Segan returned. There were no tears from his grief. They had dried up long ago.  Standing, he watched as Segan moved to his room, listening while he packed. "I was just ... the farm is all of ours but we can decide what to do with it after we see how things are in Heathfield." He looked at Conor and nodded. "Only if you don't need my help in getting things ready." He'd not desert his family again. "The things Rob had saved of mine are still at the harbor ... I didn't make arrangements for the trunk to be brought here." He felt numb inside, more than a little lost but then he squared his shoulders. "And I don't expect you to be long in coming, Conor." Sounding a bit more like himself. Otherwise, he'd be coming back for him and likely they'd pass one another on different ships.

He was out from his room, lugging a small chest and duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Make a decision on the farm after we are done grieving, after we know our sisters are safe with our own eyes. This new place may have a leather shop you could get in, Conor." Trying to offer hope where he felt little himself. "You're head of the family now Eion, responsible for us but even more, our sisters. Did Mel say anything about the lands? Her position there being she is staying?" He may have read that but it had been lost on him if he had. He could easily have missed some of the details. Their father was dead and his remains were in those lands. He could not pay his proper respect until he stood where he was buried. Even their grandfather had been moved there, hell, he was surprised the farm hadn't been moved there! He was trying to keep an open mind about these lands he heard spoken upon many a time, but more like a fairy tale for children. He hadn't even thought they were real until now. He was down the steps to set the trunk on the floor with a thump. "My ship is smoother sailing than what we've been on the past month, Conor," felt like it was at least a month they had been gone.
 
"I don't need help." He muttered low, looking from Eion to Segan. Yes, he was the youngest of the brothers but he had managed to establish a lucrative business on his own with the finances to back his skill. He silenced then, listening to the plans being made, leaving that to his brothers.

He managed a smile toward Conor and nodded. "I didn't mean to insult you. Just wasn't sure what you were planning." His eyes dropped to the crumpled papers in his hand and he opened the one from Mel again. "She's ... Stable Master of the Royal stables. Has plenty of room in the manor house if we want to stay there. It was where our Grandfather lived. Not much beyond that." He made a slight face. "Well, not that I can see clearly since I near destroyed the letter." Segan got a rueful smile. "I might be coming back to stay here." Not sure at the moment of course but that would be taken care of in time too.

"We're all going to need help in building a new life, we have each other." They had been through a lot together, life and death situations. That was a strong bond. This place, this land, was not the same with their father gone. Bad enough they had lost their mother years ago. Not the same without their sisters here. "Maybe we can find out if the lands truly have sprites, nymphs and fairies." Giving a low whistle hearing Mel's position there and a manor home that had been their grandfather's. History, put the new lands up a notch. Had it not been for the tyrant, as he remembered something about an usurp, they would have been born there. "We might all be coming back here but I think we owe it to our father's wishes and our grandfather, along with our sisters, to at least see his wish we go there and find out?" Least the way he was seeing it. If he heard right. They were not obligated to stay. Then again he'd been the wanderer, privateer, use to going other places to see but not stay to settle.

Conor quirked a half grin to Eion but nodded. No offense, he just wanted his older brother to know that he could handle without a leg getting caught in a bear trap. Both brothers had been away for a good amount of time. "It won't take me long. I just need to see things sold, funds transferred. I'll take care of everything I can here and then, when we get our bearings again, we can decide on the farm together." He crossed to Segan, drawing his brother in for an embrace then thumping him lightly on the shoulder before moving to Eion. "I would do it all again, just as it was done." He said to his eldest brother, pulling him in a brotherly hug.

At the moment, he was feeling more like the youngest. He grinned and hugged Conor in return. "I know Da would be proud of you both. Only reason I said I might come back is to see to all being taken care of, but in time. No need for impatience, aye?" He clapped a hand to Conor's shoulder as he stepped back. "Then we'll be expecting you soon. Do you want to go with us to stop at Uncle Brady's?" Conor could likely stay there if he didn't want to stay at the farm. He looked at Segan then. "Near forgot you were a sailin' man. If your ship is not one likely to buck like the one we came here on, I'll not protest." He hadn't felt too well on the voyage either but then again he was still recovering from his "vacation" and would be for some time.

He had been rethinking because he didn't wish to leave his brother behind. Would only be a couple days and he could see to the ship being ready, good weather to sail in. He had a tendency to be hasty but give him some time to think on it clearly and he'd come around. He'd not been thinking too clearly for the emotions beset him. Still he didn't wish to stay a night in a home that had become a tomb. "I can stay at Uncle Brady's," he knew they would all be welcome to stay there until ready to leave. "Stay a few days until you've both seen to anything needed then sail with me. Besides," hugging his brother back, "who will watch my back when I get into a fight in one of the taverns there?"

Conor actually chuckled with Segan's final words. "If you're staying at Uncle Brady's, I will stay there as well. Let me grab a change of clothing and that'll do me until we can get back here in a couple of days and pack up." He nodded to them both then left them, starting to the room he once called his own.

"Then we'll all stay there." He could nearly imagine the shock, and delight, Brady and his family would feel, not to mention their grandmother. Though as matriarch of the family, she might be obliged to scold the three of them just as she had when they were boys. She would be sure to comment on Eion's weight! "I'll get one of the lads that work for him to fetch my trunk." They might even be in time for the evening meal!
 
-tbc-

Dinner at Brady's
 
Brady Quinn was the eldest of the two brother's and had inherited the larger part of the Quinn estate. But he was a generous man and had never denied his family his aid. The old farmhouse had been expanded until it was a manor house due to the wishes of his wife. She was gone now but his daughters still lived there, two with their own families. The youngest had yet to be married. His mother, Mary, lived with them. Though it was close to supper, the elder Quinn was outside talking to one of the men who worked for him. Brady Quinn was a tall man who still had the look of a warrior rather than a gentleman. His hair was long, he wore a beard, and more often than not, work clothes. The fields had been plowed and planted and were already showing the green of growing plants. Nearby a litter of puppies ran about chasing one of the farm's cats. As the three brothers neared the manor house, Eion felt a lump rise in his throat unbidden. They had roamed freely between the smaller farm of their father and Quinn manor when they were small. Now they would be saying good bye to both, at least for now.

He clapped the man on the shoulder when he saw the riders, making his way to the road that led to the house. A hand went up to shield his eyes from the sun as he squinted. "Set t'ree more plates at t'e table, Sarah." He called over his shoulder. "We bae gettin' some welcome company." He moved forward a little more, waiting for the three to come closer. "A finer sight I ne'er t'oug't tae see. Welcome back, lads."

Every window of the manor house was raised, welcoming in the breeze and the fragrant spring air. The call from Brady not only reached Sarah, but the kitchen, which in turn had Cook leaning out of the window's frame to see who was arriving. The cook couldn't claim to be the only curious one. Mary Quinn, the grand dame of this Quinn Clan, heard the order as well. The needle she plied was wove into the material of the pillow case she worked on and she placed the hoop aside. She moved slowly through the manse and by the time she reached the front door, she was tying her apron to see who it was that had arrived. She started down the front steps even before she recognized the riders who had joined Brady. She sucked in a breath, and clapped her hands to her bosom when she realized they were not receiving just any travelers, but family! "Mary!" She called, rushing forward toward the men, her elbows pumping at her sides to aid in what speed she lacked.
 
Now Mary Quinn, the elder, was no small woman. She may have been petite in her youth, but the years and life's lessons had added 'umph' to her frame. And this woman knew just how to use it. "Tis the brothers Quinn! Set out the good whiskey!" In her haste, and the tempo she had set, she nearly plowed dear Brady down before grinding to a halt. She patted at her reddened face with the corner of her apron and waved with the other hand as if a fan. "Good Lord and Christ above, lads. It's about time you're getting here! We've been worried sick about you. Sick." She swatted at Brady then. "Get their horses tended to, Brady, what are you waiting for?" As if he had a chance to do anything. "And get yourselves inside! Sweet Mother of God, my fretting is over at last." Like that would ever happen, but she swished her hand about as if they could even follow her now, and practically marched herself back toward the house. "Mary! Where are you lass? Did you hear what I was saying?" The door shut, but the older Mary's voice could still be heard barking out orders to this one or that to prepare for their company.

Eion dismounted as Brady spoke, grinning as he stepped over and hugged his Uncle. "Been a long time aye?" He was chuckling as Mary came out like a small whirlwind and chided Brady before they could even properly greet him. "You bae a fine sig't for sore eye, Gran." He said as he stepped toward her then laughed as she was marching off to the kitchen. Turning back to Brady, he clapped a hand to his shoulder. "We went to the farm first. Old Michael told us about Da." His voice held a touch of sorrow as he spoke.

Segan was right behind Eion, Conor a pace behind him, as he reined in the stallion, dismounting before he fully halted. As Eion greeted their uncle, he was wrapping Grandmama up in a quick hug before she was headed back into the house, next he was over to hug his uncle. Yes, hug him. Closest persons in relation to their father. The loss felt even greater but he had come to terms with it. Seizing the moment far more emotionally than they would recall him doing. Though they knew he cared for them all, cared for family. "It is good to see you both," and did he see a curtain move in one of the windows behind where grandmama was making her way back to the kitchen? Only a glance as focus was back on Brady. He might not look a lot like their father, though a brother, the tone of his voice and inflections were near identical. If he shut his eyes, it was like his father was standing there talking.

Conor definitely didn't get to acknowledge his grandmother, as usual, she was here and gone, with only the echoes of her words in her wake. He stood where he was, holding the reins of his horse, his head bowed.

Segan was hugged in return then Brady turned to eye Conor. He didn't ask, didn't say a word but was over to hug the youngest of the brothers. "We all miss him," said quietly. He kept an arm around Conor's shoulders. "An' as always, t'ere's plenty on t'e table." He waved the others in. "Go on, or yer granny'll hav' me head on a platter." Not that he'd call Mary Quinn granny to her face.

Eion watched Conor with a worried frown, exchanging a look with Segan before he nodded at Brady. "We're goin'." Though he paused, the frown becoming deeper. "Did he suffer much, Brady? I know he was sick but was he in pain?" Odd how that question troubled him. He hadn't been back in a long time, and it was the guilt that made him want to know.

Segan met Eion's look for well noting the look on Conor's face. Though he surmised it was more Granny bustling too much that she had not greeted him like he got the chance. Though knowing Granny she would soon realize her faux pas in her flutter and duly make up for it with extra doting on the baby brother once inside. It would not due to lag outside as even Brady was ushering them, so a turn on a heel had him sprint the rest of the way and right on through the open door. Skidding to a halt as he near bowled over Daisy and Liz as they were moving quickly away from the window from watching. Nice deep blush on them both and luckily they were being called to help get the dinner ready and on the table. His brothers never knew, no one did, about that summer a decade ago. At first he didn't even recognize them for how much they had changed. Couple years his younger though exactly how old, he'd be hard pressed to figure out.
 
Conor thumped his uncle on the back. "Aye, well..." Was all he said but he nodded, appreciating the words. He looked beyond to the manse. Many a happy memory transpired within those walls. Many upon these very grounds. Perhaps close to as many as at his own home. Conor rolled a shoulder, an unconscious attempt to shrug away the hurt. Unlike this grand manor home, however, Conor had poured his own sweat and blood into their farm. "Did I hear Gran say that you'll be honoring us with the good spirits?" He forced a smile, snapped his gaze away from his uncle to Segan who was racing toward the house. "I'll see to the horses, Uncle, if you want. At least to the stables." But he was sure looking forward to that whiskey...and soon!

"Nay, Jimmy t'ere can see t' 'em. Yae need tae ge' inside so yer cousins can fuss over yae." He grinned as he started toward the manor himself. "An' o' course we'd bae breakin' ou' t'e best o' the whiskey. We'll enjoy a guid meal then I'll bae answering all yer questions though ... he suffered only from t'e t'oug't t'at ye'd be blamin' yerselves fer no' gettin' home an' yer Da didn't want t'at." His accent heavier with the emotion he was feeling, Brady pushed open the door, chuckling. "I bae thinkin' Segan bae hungry." He also noted the blushes and hid his grin.

Still standing in the foyer when Brady came in, sweeping around in a turn as a grin spread wide. "I'm more looking forward to that fine whiskey you brew. You still brew your own?" The lasses out of sight and mind but the aroma of the fine meal being made had his stomach growling, making a lie of his words. "Is that roast beef smothered in gravy, butter mash potatoes? Fresh cut beans, some turnips on the side? Apple pie?" Now he was more interested in that meal he was inhaling at the moment. Though he spied both his brothers still outside but finally heading in or so it seemed.

Eion couldn't help but smile as Brady spoke of their father. It certainly sounded like him. "We better wash up first or Gran will have our hides." He made his way over to the sink, using the pump to fill the basin so he and his brothers could clean up some. Then he made his way to the familiar dining room. Segan's nose had told him true. Everything was waiting just as he said. With a wink to Liz and Daisy he turned just in time to catch young Mary nearly jumping across the room for a hug. Her sisters were close behind. As he hugged his cousin, he was reminded of his sisters and how much he was missing them at the moment.

"Segan Quinn!" His gran caught him by the shell of the ear, having to stand on tiptoe to do it, but hook him she did. "Brady's whiskey is grand, but you'll be putting something solid in that stomach a'fore you go to drinking. Now go clean yourself up." Just a tug or two on his ear and she released him. "You're a handsome devil, Segan Quinn, but you'll not be fouling up my table with your riding filth. Go now with you." She swatted him on, smiling as she heard the water already running. She hurried her way back into the dining area, fussing with a fork or spoon, making sure it was properly set.

At the moment, Conor couldn't think of anything he would rather have than roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes heavy with melted butter, beans freshly cut and steamed and a piece or two of his Gran's apple pie. He inhaled deeply when he entered the house. If there was a heaven, the table would surely be set one day a week with such a meal. He lathered up his hands, then his arms, rinsing the suds off well and followed Eion into the dining room. The cousins went from one brother to the next, all hugs and kisses and chitterchattering. Despite his gloomy mood, Conor found himself smiling, answering questions, and even once chuckling.

Mary, the grand, stood off to the side, beaming while the girls made their cousins welcome then she bustled on over to offer each of them a tight hug and a popped kiss to the check. "Eion, you've no flesh on those bones.  I'm sure I'll be seeing you have more than two helpings of everything on that table, aye?" She winked at him, her nose scrunched up with the effort as she patted his cheek where she had kissed him. "Good to have you home, Lad." Then moved on to Conor. "Where have you been hiding yourself lately, boy? Have a lass keeping you busy that you can't come visit your Gran?" She tsked her tongue, rubbing his upper arm with a smile to him, then turned to look to the room. "Where's Segan?" Her gaze scanned until she found him. "Ah, there you are, all shiny and pretty as a lad come Sunday morn." Not exactly, but to Mary Quinn, her kin could do no wrong for long. "Sit...sit...everyone... sit!"

Bending with an "ow ow ow" but came more like laughing too for he sounded just like when he was young and did something wrong here. Grandmama was good at pulling and boxing their ears. He swore they would remain red the rest of his life! After the deep seated sorrow he'd been feeling before they got here, this was a welcome release even if it came in the oddest of ways. She directed him towards the basin of water with those last tugs. He could hear the snickers of both Daisy and Liz along with his cousins, probably his brothers as well. He set to washing up well with a flick of his wet fingers towards Conor before joining him in entering the dining room. "This smells like heaven!" A compliment to those responsible. Next he was giving his cousins their hugs in turn. Good squeezing ones with mumbled words on how he missed them and how good they looked. Turning away from the youngest cousin Mary as he heard his name, "right here grandmama, scrubbed my ears until they were red too." Which was a tease as the smile gave away. He drew out a chair for Sarah and Colleen as they were standing near him and so would be seated to his right. He remained standing until all the women folk were seated, especially Granny. Once they were then he took his seat and waited for the platters to be passed.

Brady was a wise man and said nothing while his mother tended to the younger members of the clan. He chuckled as he took his turn in washing up then followed the three in. While the greetings were being exchanged, he stood behind the chair at the head of the table, hands resting on the back while he watched with fondness. Once his mother was ready to be seated, he pushed her chair in then took a chair to his right when his daughters were all in their chairs. He said a quick prayer of thanks and gratitude and then began to pass the food around. "So, dare I bae askin' where ya were that yer brot'ers had to go findin' yae or is it somethin' yae'd rat'er no' talk abou?" He was direct as always but gave Eion that chance to refuse.

He sat to the left of Gran after having Mary sit beside him on his right. Something extra to be grateful for this night in having family around him and he could feel that lump in his throat trying to return. As Gran filled his plate without asking, he looked at Brady. "I'll not lie to you, Uncle. I was in an English prison. And these two got me out. Not sure how, but they did." And now that the food was in front of him, they'd have to excuse him. It had been a long time since he had tasted anything so good.

"Bah, don't be believing him. He was holed up with an Irish lass, one that wouldn't let him leave even to eat." Conor smiled, his eyes downcast on his food as he spoke. "Near was the death of him. But what a way to go."

Grandma gasped, slapping her hand to her cheek. "Conor Quinn, you'll not be talking such in mixed company! Shame be upon you! Mary, poke him with your fork." Which, Mary took at face value and did...poke him with her fork in the arm. "Pretty, was she, Segan? And sweet? As any true Irish lass?"  She gave Eion's hand a squeeze knowing his version was the actual version and the thought of her little boy, as she still thought of them all, in an English prison with English hands upon him, was almost too much for her to bear.

"Ouch, Mary, I think she was kidding." He rubbed the area indented by the prongs but smiled to his cousin, leaving it there to continue to eat. He'd not add to the how's of the rescue, he added his two pence.

Segan was already eating so only motioned towards Conor with his fork as if supporting his words as truth. Was Liz staring at Conor? Though he didn't dare look to where Daisy sat as they were allowed to eat with the family. They were practically family having near been raised in this house since their parents died. He almost lost his mouthful of food in a sputter when Granny asked on the lass, then realized it was the pseudo one with Eion so he hoped. He was a little lost, too much too fast and he'd been concentrating on eating. He had that comical look on his face for a few moments.

Brady paused to look at Eion but smiled when the subject was changed, even if it had Mary chiding Conor and the younger Mary poking him with a fork. He laughed at Segan's reaction, shaking his head. "We'll bae explaining lads 'n lasses t' yae later, Segan." He'd be asking more later of course, when the girls were off and the men were talking. "Michael 'n David will bae home t'morrow." Speaking of Sarah and Colleen's husbands. "T'ey took some o' the sheep t' market." Best to speak of the mundane now though he wasn't certain they'd be able to keep the elder Mary out of the study later.

He actually laughed out loud when Mary poked Conor then apologized for doing so while he was eating. Gran got a warm smile when she squeezed his hand. "Aye, pretty as a lark and tiny as well." He looked up at Brady, and nodded. "I'll be glad to meet them both. Things are going well then." He winked at Gran to let her know that he was fine now, though the escape was part of the reason he was going to Heathfield.

Only if hell froze over and Satan sported thermal underwear would they be able to keep the elder Mary out of the study to hear of Eion's trials under the filthy hands of those heartless English scum. She'd be setting a curse upon the lot of them even tonight! You'd find her out in her herb garden, plucking up the necessities for that very thing! Watch Gran jump to Segan's defense. "Ain't been a Quinn man yet ain't known the ways of lads and lasses. As well you kin Brady Quinn. As I well knew." She shot a wink Segan's way and went back to eating, as if she had not said a word untoward.

Conor wisely kept silent, eating, and enjoying his meal in that silence while Brady and Eion spoke. He didn't dare look over to his Gran, no, he knew where to keep his gaze. Downward. And sometimes on his arm, cause, dang...Mary really stuck him good. Should have been bleeding for all it stung but with nothing to show for the pain, he just frowned, and kept to himself.

Brady's remark was a double edge sword even in tease. He dared a glance upon Daisy finally and probably frighten her that he might make some remark that she could vouch for him he knew all he needed to know. Except, he didn't say a word as he went back to enjoying the meal, listening to the mundane subjects being thrown out. Wise choice. He knew anything he would have said would only fuel a topic that Grams would definitely haunt them the rest of the night in questions on their behavior. He finally added an "aye, I can't wait to meet them," in between shoveling down his food. Second plate already being worked on as he spared a glance Sarah and Colleen's way. Fuel for teasing them but he was certain they had picked good men. Grams and Brady would not allow otherwise. He should put extra whiskey in her tea tonight, have her sleeping it off even if the cost of hell would be paid for it tomorrow.

He nodded then grinned at Sarah. "I'll be a Gran'da before Yule," making Sarah blush. "Fer t'e second tim'. Colleen's wee lassie bae asleep. All of t'ree mon'hs she is." He went on to speak of how the crops were doing, and his farm. They hadn't much trouble with the English of late. By the time he had finished his piece of pie, everything was covered as far as catching up on the local news.  As soon as the three were finished, he'd get them out of the way of the women and off to the study to talk. And of course, his mother as well.
 
-tbc-

Brady's Den
 
Brady led the way to the den, glancing back over his shoulder to see if Gran was coming yet. Sometimes she wanted to oversee the clearing of the table but he was sure she'd be along in a few moments. He ushered the three in, smiling easily at them all. "Go on wi' ye, help yerself t' t'e drinks an' ge' yerself settled. I'm sure Gran will b' along." He stood there a moment to watch down the hall. The den was done in dark wood, what little showed of plastered walls were painted tan. Books lined two walls and there was a large desk. Near the hearth of the fireplace were comfortable chairs, a sofa and a small bar stocked with the pure as well as other drinks. There were even cigars from the Colonies if they wanted to try them.

Eion followed on his uncle's heels, feeling quite full and hoping he wouldn't be sick from eating too much. He grinned at Brady as he stepped through the door, then sighed. "Ah, the nights I've dreamed of a glass, but not I'm not too sure I should." Of course, everyone knew it was good for what ailed you.

There was the homemade brew, Segan headed straight for the small bar and poured himself a glass. Poured one for each of his brothers, "of course you should, least a dram before Gram gets here." Setting the glasses out for them, kicking back his first one and pouring the glass full again. He planned to linger by the bar so when he slept tonight it would be of a dreamless kind.

It was the fastest the dinner had ever been cleared away and soon enough Mary was hurrying down the hall, teacup in hand. The china clinked cup to saucer but nary a drop spilled. She wouldn't partake of the well stocked bar.  She didn't have to. She had already 'prepared' her tea to her particular liking. As she entered into the den, she turned with the expertise of a professional jester, and juggling her teacup, shut the heavy door behind her. A  clean apron had been donned and from the pocket she pulled her favorite pipe. A small one, most feminine in its making, and as she shuffled past Brady she handed it over to him. He'd know what she wanted him to do with it. Good son that he was, she always enjoyed her pipe after dinner but she didn't care to get the tobacco started in it. Always made her choke. Irish men should never be denied their whiskey and she, for one, would never do so. In fact she smiled when she saw the men making themselves more comfortable. Without a word, she just took up a chair and nodded for them to begin. It was a new moon and that was the perfect time to be cutting some herbs.

Conor accepted his glass, scanning the room as he marked memories. When younger, he longed to be invited into this room. On several occasions he had peeked through the large windows past the heavy drapes to see his father and uncle discussing whatever needed to be discussed ... or in reality sharing a swallow or two of Brady's pure. For years now he had been one to share this room but still, the longing of the younger Conor still remained and he couldn't help but smile. Conor claimed a chair close to his grandmother but knew better not to speak. She was here to hear from Eion and so it would be.

He chuckled as Mary joined them, up to try to give her a hand but she was quick. Taking the pipe, he prepared it for her, then when it was ready, handed it back over. He settled in one of the chairs after she sat and looked at Eion. "Well, suppose yae star' at t'e beginnin'." He said. "We know ye were off ta bae a swordsell but wha' happened? Yer da heard yae were fightin' for a English laird. None too pleased abou' it." He settled back to let Eion speak.

Eion accepted the glass from Segan and kicked it back. He knew he'd have to start with the why and that would likely have him in trouble right there. "There was meself and five friends who joined the man's service." Uncomfortable but determined to get through it, his accent had nearly faded. "One was married to a lass who looked like an angel and, though I'm ashamed now to admit it, she set my heart to fluttering. Sorry, Gran, but I couldn't keep away from her. One night, when her husband, and my friend, was out on patrol, I stayed with her for hours. Went back to me own room and in the morning, other men arrested me for an armed robbery. Found me pistol in the room. Trial was a joke, and I found meself in St. Olath's fortress, a guest of Lord Bennett. My friend was killed in some kind of ambush a few weeks later, the others scattered. They sent money to the fortress so I'd have a bit of comfort, but the thought of me friend dying... and then his lass marrying Bennett. I felt I was were I deserved to be at first. Then, knowing none of my kin knew were I was, I sank into a despair... " He managed a smile. "Even made friends with a wee wren just to try to keep meself from going mad. Not sure how these two managed to find me, but one day, there they were. And now, here we are." Though he didn't add they couldn't stay. Not with the English likely looking for them.

Segan refilled Eion's drink before he was over to give Grams a kiss to her temple, adding a dollop more of the pure to her tea. She was going to need it while listening to Eion's story. He didn't say anything, didn't need to unless asked, so he confiscated one of the chairs near the window. It was open a crack and he saw to that crack becoming larger before settling and taking to his drink.

Mary patted Segan's arm for the kind gesture of adding a bit of strength to her tea. Brady had always been a good lad and she puffed upon her pipe as Eion began to speak. Her expression didn't change during the telling, not even when he said he had spent time with that English female. She did grunt low in her throat though, soft in a disbelieving sort of way, but a grunt none-the-less. The woman remained silent otherwise, letting the men speak, but taking it all in.

Conor drank down his portion of whiskey, setting the empty glass aside. "An English friend of Eion's planned the whole thing. A good fellow, Gran, honest and true in his devotion to Eion. He took a mighty chance in helping us, seeing as how we'd be leaving Bennett's domain and he'd be remaining closer." He pushed up, moving over to add more whiskey to his glass. "To devoted friends, no matter the ill luck of their birthplace. There is no strength without unity." He raised his glass to Rob, then drank down the contents. In truth, he toasted Rob, Bryson and the seer who had all had a hand in securing Eion's release. Crossing back to his chair, he lowered to it, chancing a look to his grandmother and relieved she didn't shoot him an evil eye for toasting English in her company. On the contrary, she just nodded, sipping from her tea in a concealed toast of her own.

Brady listened with the same silence, watching Eion with concern. The lad was thin, pale and still had dark circles under his eyes but he was alive and free now. "How were yae treated, Eion, lad? An' how long were yae in t'ere?" He glanced at his mother but then stood when Conor gave the toast. "T' t'ose we call friends. May t'ere always bae plenty." Taking a drink, he sat again, his eyes on the eldest of his nephews.

"I wasn't their favorite guest and until me friends sent the coins, I had one meal a day, in the morning. It was a terrible place. Conor and Segan gave some of the men held there a chance to escape. I hope most did." He didn't add even if it meant their deaths, but he thought it. His glass had been lifted with the toast and he finished the drink before he continued. "The English aren't just ba... cruel to the Irish, or Scots, they're cruel to everyone. Even their own."

"Aye, to Rob," standing to toast the man, "and to Bryson, if it were not for fate and Irish luck, we never would have found Rob. So to Luck that she was a Lady in gaining back our brother." Here he fell silent and his voice cracked some, "and to Da, that he sent us to find our brother barely in time. Insistent he was though sick or he would have gone as well. Da, Conor and I have returned with our brother safe and sound though he be needing some fattening up." Kicking back his drink for the third time before taking his seat again and another drink. Luckily their uncle had a few bottles.

Mary Quinn spit to the side of her chair. Most unladylike behavior but they were discussing the English. As Jaxon was mentioned, she sent her gaze heavenward with a cant of head and a smile. She raised her teacup then drank. She was certain her son knew well that all three of his boys were home safe. "Your Da wouldn't have sent you if'n he didn't know you'd be doing just what he asked of you. You boys always did as you were told to do." A bit of a grin followed and she lifted her teacup again, a bit more slowly this time and her eyes began to droop. Always as they were told to do, with their own little spin to it no doubt. Most boys would be boys, no matter the switch waiting for them.

Conor held up a finger for a delay and shot back up again, making sure his glass was filled one more time to raise it for his father. "To Da." He muttered, tilting his head back and allowing the warmth of the fine spirit to trail down his throat. He didn't sit yet, just incase another toast was to come to help ease his aching.

"To Jaxon, and t'e fine family he has." He added as he drank down the last. "Well,we all di' t'ings t'at we regret. But yae bae safe now, Eion. I'll bae asking yae now if yae made any decisions abou' wha' yer doin'" He glanced over at Mary and smiled then looked back. This question was for them all.

"To Da." He had refilled his own glass, but not full. Shaking his head, he sighed. "I don't think I should stay. I'm sure, if Bennett hasn't been called to answer for his activities yet, he's got his men after me. I want to see the girls and then, if Segan and Conor don't mind, we can decide what to do about the farm. Tonight though, the only decision I've made is to sleep as long as I'm able." Restful nights had never happened in prison.

"It has been set to the written word, our Da wants us to go to Heathfield where grandpappy had his roots. Seems our sisters have already headed there and Melantha put in charge of his old stables. I know we have to at least go to see that they are well, let them know we're alive and head back this way if it's not a place for us. But if Da is right in this request then set some roots. This will not stop me from visiting." On this he would not speak for his brothers. "To Da," echoing another toast his way as he kicked back some more potcheen.

Mary's eyes had closed as she listened but she was no way drifting as yet. When Segan mentioned where they were intending to go, her eyes popped open. "To Heathfield?" A lean and she set her cup and her pipe aside. "Brady, did you know of this request of Jaxon?" She had wondered why the girls hadn't been around of late but ... to Heathfield? That was such a long way away. She struggled, but was able to stand, flattening out her skirt and apron with the sweep of a hand. "If you three are going, then I've something that needs to go with you." Her voice quivered just a bit but Mary kept it together. She always had, she always would. "You see me in the morn, Eion. You hear? Don't you be leaving this place without making sure you take what I've got for you to take." Her fingers of one hand curled into the fabric of her skirt and she pulled it to the side to clear her steps. "I'll be retiring now. It's good to have you home, Boys, if only for a short time. Brady, make sure they make it above and don't pass out down here in the den, aye?" She crossed to each, tiptoeing to press a kiss to their cheeks, one after the other.

Conor moved forward to help his grandmother stand but retreated when she waved a hand at him before lowering it to her apron. "It's good to be home, Gran." And he leaned down for his kiss, tilting his head slightly to return the gesture of affection.

"Aye, I knew of it," and then to Segan, "I know yae will." Mel had promised the same when she left and he knew they'd all keep their word. He looked at Mary with some concern, certain Mel had told her just as he had. Well, given the circumstances, it wasn't a surprise that she might forget. He smiled at her and nodded. "Aye, Ma. I'll bae doin' t'at. Yae'll bae alrigh'?" He kissed her good night and would at least see her to the door.

Eion added a hug to the kiss. "I love you, Gran. And missed you." He whispered then released her. "We're not going for a few days. Conor has some business to tie up and Segan'll be needing to look over his ship." He watched her go then sank into the chair. "I hope we didn't upset her too much." Mostly said to himself.

He would dip to make it easier for Granny, strong arms wrapping around her easily before released, leaving a kiss upon her cheek. "Sleep well grandmama. We will see you in the morning." They would never just up and leave without good byes. "It is guid to be home least for a few days," then they would be on their way again. Time would tell where it all lead them. Adventures came of such turns of events.

Mary nodded to Brady, waving away his concern. Mel probably did tell her, but without the boys here to make it a certainty, she dismissed it without concern. Now it hit home. Jaxon's family would be leaving, or rather even returning to Heathfield.

Exhaustion was overtaking the youngest of Jaxon's boys. The trip, the news, the meal and the whiskey had set in and he drew in a deep breath. He'd remain, though, as long as his brothers did.

"I t'ink, lads, it's time fer us all tae ge' some sleep. T'e t'ree o' yae need no' worry about gettin' up early. I'm sure yae need the sleep. Tak' t'e bottle if yae want, Segan." He waved them out of the study. Before he retired for the night, he'd be checking to make sure everything was secure.

Eion stood, covering a yawn as he smiled at his uncle. He didn't need more whiskey to fall asleep, even with the news of their father, he'd likely be asleep as soon as he hit the pillow. "Just point' me in the right direction of the room and I'll be fine." Segan had said all that was needed to say... it was good to be home. For as long as they were here.

He had enough shots of the pure, though one more was taken when it was said they didn't need to be up early. It was about time he slept a full night and some more. "Uncle, thank you for your wonderful hospitality, gathering us to family has helped me a great deal in dealing with Da's death." Which the last had him slightly choking up as shoulders squared, bottle clenched around the neck, it was going with him, share with his brothers depending on how much was left. He would head out with his brothers to the loft where they slept here when young.

"Do you need any help setting the place to rest, Uncle? Would make the seeing to it swifter if you had a hand in it." Conor collected his glass then went over to take up Mary's pipe. He crossed to the hearth and tapped the contents free of it and placed it upon the mantle. He looked over to his uncle while he tucked the saucer beneath his arm to hold it to his body and pinched up the fragile cup by the handle. "I'll take the back of the house if you take the front." A smile for his kin, grateful for the hospitality and for the distraction. Was it not like home after all?

He gathered the glasses and nodded. "I'd be glad fer t'e help, Conor. Yae two ge' off wi'h yae. I'll bae sending Conor up when we're t'rough." Segan was too far in his cups and Eion looked too exhausted so he shooed them off.

He slung an arm around Eion's shoulders, "I'll make sure he goes to bed and gets tucked in." Though one could wonder if Segan would make it up the steps. "See you in the morn'in," heading out as he would make it fine though he'd had enough to drink. More in he would sleep soundly.
 
Giving Conor a nod, he started to make way to the front of the house though he paused to look out the door for a moment. "Yer lads are doin' fine, Jaxon. An' they're home now. Rest."
 
-tbc-

Taking Care of Business
 
While Conor took care of selling his business and whatever else that he needed to do, Eion found himself at loose ends. He started to take walks to try to build up his strength though he was keeping an eye out for any of the English guards from the fortress. Between Mary trying to fatten him up and the exercising, he was starting to put on weight. He sat outside the back of the house watching ducks swimming in the pond in the lower meadow.

Segan had gone down to the port and made sure his crew had the ship in tip top shape. He didn't have a large crew, about fourteen men but then it took a special breed to be privateers. It wasn't so much a job as it was a clan, each becoming like brother or you didn't survive with the group. They went into jungles, both of the wild and of civilization so they needed to be able to count on one another, trust one another without doubt, without hesitation. No one left the other behind, not even dead. So, making sure all was in order with his ship, didn't take long. He bought some trinkets for his sisters in the marketplace, along with some artifacts he had saved for them from his last few voyages. With at least two days to while away, he first got caught by Daisy in the field behind the barn where he went looking for Eion, knowing he was taking walks. He never found Eion for reasons he'd understand. Later that night as he headed into the stable to see if Eion had gone riding and would join him, he got cornered by Liz.

For what Mary Quinn made up in years, she didn't lack in stamina. Granted, bragging rites gave her a good bit of gusto during her 10 mile trek. She left early that morning and knew that by midmorning she'd reach the Muldoon farm to the North. There, Katie Muldoon would hear all about how her fine, strapping grandsons bested a whole garrison of English guards. Ah yes. And then she'd go on to talk about how handsome, and strong they were with a fine sense for business and the ladies. Lingering just long enough there to make sure that Katie would spread the word. Mary knew the best sources for gossip. Confident and pleased with her success, she set to hustling back home before Brady could realize she was off and away. He'd know her intent and she wasn't about to listen to her own son chide her on her reasons for taking a stroll. As she topped the back knoll beyond the duck pond, there sat Eion on the other side, looking out over the water. She raised a hand and waved to him, then set a pretty impressive pace about the wide water.

He stood when he saw Mary, grinning as she walked around the pond. It didn't take her long to join him and he motioned to the bench. "And what have you been up to, Gran? You look like the wee kitten who caught a fat mouse." He teased as he waited for her to sit. If she was so inclined. "I'm been enjoying the scenery most of the day but I think tomorrow I'm going to help Uncle Brady. I feel guilty for sitting on me backside while he's working."

Liz wanted to see if Segan could kiss as good as Daisy said he could. Said he could since that decade ago out behind the barn when they were teens. So she coerced him into a stall, all proceeding smoothly until she tried pulling off his shirt and spooked the mare. One that was usually docile and started a ruckus. Segan heard the hollering of the stable lads rushing in as he was quick out the stall window, leaving Liz behind to make up some explanation. Luckily he got out of that close call as he noted Eion with Grams across the way, giving them a wide wave with his shirt half hanging on him, before looking for a means to further his escape.

The hollering from the stable drew the woman's gaze and she lifted her hand to her brow to block the sun. "Crazy lad." She laughed to herself when she saw her grandson shoot out of a window. She continued on to Eion, dropping down on the bench and waving her hand before her face. "Just went ... " She was looking at Eion as she started to talk but was wise enough to lower her gaze as she said the next word. "visiting." The Muldoon farm was the closest,  considering Brady owned a rather substantial amount of land. But the Muldoon's to the North bordered closest with all the other three spreading out far beyond walking distance. Still, it was a goodly 'stroll'. She reached over and patted his knee. "I have a key in my room, lad. Brought it with me from when Jaxon and I fled ..." She didn't continue, just breathed a heavy sigh. "It is to a chest that I buried near our old farmhouse." She looked at Eion with a cant of head. "A treasure hunt of sorts it will be." She laughed softly, her cheeks full and her eyes narrowing into half-moons with her smile. "With a treasure map to help you find the way. I want you to take it, the map, and use the key to open the chest when you find it." She looked back out over the pond, watching the ducks dip beneath the surface then bob back up. "You keep it, for you and your family, what's inside, aye?" She still didn't look to him, just continued to appear to watch the ducks. To be sure, Mary's gaze might be lingering there, but her mind was elsewhere, a long time ago, back when a Pretender threatened all that was good in Heathfield.

He blinked and looked over his shoulder, watching Segan with a laugh. Hard to say what was chasing him, but he looked like it was trouble. Blue eyes shifted back to Mary and he grinned. "And how is the Muldoon family doing?" Of  course that all faded with her words. "You sure, Gran? It's not something we can send back to you, something you want as a keepsake?" He watched her expression, her face and fell silent. What she was remembering would stay with her unless she shared it. He wouldn't ask but he would listen if she wanted to tell.

Segan stood there indecisive until a few moments later when the predicament escalated as Daisy came out of the house and headed for the stable. Liz had emerged, like she was looking for someone. If he ran up the knoll, both would see him and he didn't know if Liz would kiss and tell. Hell, she was flushed, even he could see that from where he stood. No time left and few options, he dove in back through the stable window as Daisy met up with Liz out the front. Daisy had caught a glimpse of Segan before he disappeared and pointed off towards the side of the stable, both lasses started heading there. In the meantime, Segan's horse was still saddled and so he swung up in and charged out the stable door full gallop and onward through the front gates, having him go in the opposite direction the girls were headed. He went looking for Conor. The sooner they got out of here the better it would be for him. A kiss didn't make a wedding band, nor did he belong to either.

"Dear boy, this you will not be able to send back even if I wished it." She leaned over, pushing up on a hand in order to reach his cheek to peck a kiss there. "You take care of your brothers and sisters, Lad. You be the head of Jaxon's family now, you kin?" She eased her self up, patting at her hair as if her little frolic North had caused some disarray. It was the explosion from the stable that caught her attention with a gasp. "Last I knew, Satan didn't have access to our stables, who be on Segan's heels?" Her eyes narrowed. "Lizzzzzzzie! Daaaaaaayzzzzy! Get your hides back to the house before I get there!" She bellowed. For a woman of such small stature in height, she had the lungs of an Amazon. "Be seeing me for that key and map, Love." She tapped Eion on the shoulder and then ... off she went in a determined march...fisted hands on her hips.

"I will, Gran. I promise and we'll be back to visit. That's a promise too." He was laughing as he watched Segan's escape, and then the way the two lasses took off for the house when Gran yelled. He remembered even their Da cringing when he heard that yell and it just made him laugh more. If laughter was the best medicine, Eion was certainly getting a good dose!!

He whooped a holler when he heard Grams getting those two lassies in order. Laughter filled his wake but he knew there would be the Piper to pay if Liz or Daisy got him alone again. So the dance of the devil would begin until they were on their way. Another day, he could manage it, being scarce or in his Grandmama's company. Which he enjoyed and knowing the two maids would not dare their games around her. Who could really blame them? Wasn't much around for them to get in a few kisses with being picky lasses. Got that from the family who instilled self respect. Grams needed to get the two married off, and not to her grandsons! He would see if he could catch Conor, otherwise he'd circle back.
 
Conor had finished his business for the day and had headed home. As he neared the border to his uncle's land, he saw the rider approaching at a good clip. Not just any rider, but Segan set on his course with hell at his heels. Conor eased his mount to a stop and watched his brother. He allowed his horse to wander a bit, turning in the saddle to watch Segan as he neared.

Eion hadn't gone into the house after Gran left and chased the two lasses inside. Instead he sat there a moment more, looking in the direction Segan had taken. After a moment, he went into the stable, saddled one of the horses, and headed toward the village. More than likely, Segan was heading to his ship. After that little episode, he wasn't sure Segan would want to return to the manor!

He reined in the stallion with a rising cloud of dust to swirl around them before gradually dissipating. Of course he wasn't about to say exactly why he was in such a gallop but the grin was infections in spite of the normal greeting. "Hail brother, have you seen to all you've been needing to?" Well, maybe that sounded a bit anxious in the hope they could be leaving sooner than two days away. Like tomorrow. So, possibly he wouldn't be able to leave in the midst of trouble he caused. He gave a squinted eye look up to the sky, perhaps so his eyes didn't give away what he'd left behind at their Uncle's. "Good day to be sailing.." ah, good, another rider was coming as he turned a distracted look there, body twisting slightly in the saddle as he tried to make out who it was. If it was one of the maids, he would leave Conor in his dust too!

Conor nodded to Segan's original question. "Enough so." Then his gaze drifted to the next rider. He chuckled low in his throat. "A good day to be sailing? In my humble opinion, Brother, there is no such day." He spoke to Segan with a smile but watched Eion come closer. "What happened at the farm?" He pulled his eyes from Eion to look to Segan. Both brothers now joining him here in the middle of the field. Conor wasn't sure he wanted to venture back to the manor house.

He wasn't quite up to them but he lifted a hand in a wave so Segan didn't take off again. While he rode the short distance to where his brothers were waiting, Segan had time to explain!

He wanted to know if anything more happened which would determine if he went back at all. Dark blue eyes on his brother as he joined them. "All settled down there?" Explain? Hell No.. unless he was made to!

Well, that definitely had Conor's attention now? Settled down? He looked from one brother to the next. What a life they led. His day consisted of ledgers, leather and sales. Theirs... Christ...theirs always had them on the run, even from the comforts of their own kin! He clicked his tongue, turning his horse around to fully face his brothers. "Dare I even ask? Or do I let sleeping dogs lie?"

He chuckled as he heard Segan, studying him a moment. "What did you do to have both lasses after you?" Now why would Segan think he'd not say anything? This was Eion! "Gran sent them both running back to the house like the hounds of hell were on their heels. " He looked at Conor and grinned. "I was sitting with Gran talking and all of a sudden Segan shot out of the window of the stable like Satan himself was on his heels. He escaped and Gran sent both Liz and Daisy back to the house a-running with just a shout or two."

"That's the crux, I did nothing!" He was innocent in that he had not initiated any of it. " A hand running up along the back of his neck as fingers slightly kneaded the tensing up muscles. Sliding away a moment later as his view on the matter overall would be what he'd warn. "Two maids a-aging, looking for courting a husband. Slim pickings and three eligible men land in their midst. Desperation has them stepping out of bounds, no longer curious teens but serious predators. Neither of you are safe." Passing it their way. "How soon can we sail? Maybe we should convince Grams to come back home where Gramps is buried?"

"I never had any trouble." Conor muttered low, forcing himself not to laugh with Segan's tale. "But I've seen to everything except closing a few accounts. That can be handled by someone else in my stead. So as soon as you feel we must escape the threats of two females...I am set to do so." Except he was not looking forward to another journey by sea. He shook his head, gathering up his reins. "Do we dare go back? Are we safe in our beds?" He couldn't help but laugh , shooting a look to Segan, then tapped his heels to his horse's middle to start him forward.

"I don't know if she can be convinced or not. She may feel her place is here, with Brady and his family. But we can talk to her. I know she has something for me to take back to Heathfield, some kind o' map and something for us to find once we reach there." He laughed when he heard Conor. "I think if we watch our backs, and stay in sight, we'll be safe enough. Segan got himself trapped with the window being the only way out. And Gran will keep the lasses under control." He shot a look toward Segan. "Unless you're planning to stay on your ship until we're ready to leave?"

Segan had that dangerous look in his eyes. Was Conor as much admitting virginity? Dare the devil, he would find a way to have Liz or Daisy slipping into bed with his brother thinking it was him. He said nothing, lips pressed momentarily in a straight line from not saying anything and forewarning if he decided to do such a thing. He was seriously considering it. Maybe Conor needed to move up from being wet behind the ears as the expression went. "I think we should talk to her. She might feel we wish her not with us too and would not infringe. At least if she finds out we'd love to have her part of our lives on a more daily basis, only fair for she spent so many with Uncle, well, she has the choice." He knew well how the stubborn streak ran in the Quinn clan. "If I stay on my ship, Conor can have the better bed I was using." He dared not grin but glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the manor. "I'll chance one more night," glance turning back to his brothers. "I want to be there in support of asking Grandmama." So he started his stallion back in that direction. "They will be expecting us for dinner soon and we best be spanking clean too."

Conor glanced first to Segan, then to Eion. "Lest we be late for dinner!" Conor called, urging his horse to a gallop to once more race toward their destination.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Now how are you sure you had the better bed? We'll definitely talk to Gran." He gave Segan a grin and he continued to speak. "Yae bae a brave mon, Segan Quinn." And when Conor took off, he turned his horse and followed after, though he'd attempt to pass Conor up. After all, none of them wanted to be late for dinner!

"Mine is the one without the lumps in the mattress!" Laughing as he too was in a gallop, trusting Grams to have those two ladies under control. Hopefully. Women were tricky even on each other. Dinner was the usual affair with plenty of food going around to sate the many hearty appetites. Liz and Daisy seemed to be avoiding the three brothers with Grandmama about. Though Segan got a note slipped to him first by Daisy, later one by Liz. On each he drew the section of the loft one of his brothers was in. He could not pass up the opportunity that fell into his hands. Grandmama could not instilled the fear of god in them when it came to getting a man. Share the wealth? He wasn't sure how it would turn out, but dare the devil he would! It was going to be hard for him to sleep this night off in his section while listening to every sound. Night games were about to begin.

After his goodnights to his grandmother and cousins, he spent only about a half an hour with is brothers and uncle before excusing himself and heading to bed. He had spent the majority of the day finishing up the majority of his standing orders, to the point that his fingers had begun to bleed at one point. The young man that worked with Conor had taken over while Conor saw to his injuries. Geoffrey was a hard worker, and good at what he did, which made Conor all the more certain his decision to leave the shoppe to the man was a solid one. With the shoppe's reputation for the best quality, Geoffrey would have a good start. In the room, Conor slipped from his shirt, his boots, his pants. The candle was snuffed and he crawled into bed. Appreciating the comfortable mattress, the solid ground beneath him. He'd try to remember this feel when he was gut-sick upon the pitching, merciless sea.

Eion stayed up talking to Brady, going over his memories about Heathfield, vague as they were. Of course, things were different now but it was good to know the history. He finally said his good nights, and made his way to the loft, yawning mightily. He was sure that was Connor snoring as he undressed and crawled into bed.  They'd be snoring a duet soon.
 
-tbc-

Night Moves
 
They would talk with Grandmama on the morrow as this night hadn't presented a good opportunity for such a delicate conversation. Though time was set aside being they would be leaving later that day or the next. There were a few loose ends that once tied off, they could all go. It was just as well with all the excitement and this strange tension in the air many were picking up on but not sure the why of it. The minutes ticked away accumulating into hours when the house slipped into the quiet of sleep, except for one still awake waiting. Even the snores from the rooms below could be heard it was otherwise silent. The wind in the leaves outside and whistling through cracks in the shutters. He would hear a pin drop as the first set of soft footsteps were heard. Segan could hear the one hesitate but then turned in the direction of where Conor slept. Clothes slipped to the floor in a soft hush by the time the second pair of footsteps were heard a few minutes later. The first probably already slipping under the covers to press up against the form beneath them. Like the first, there was a hesitant moment before moving in the direction of where Eion would most likely be sound asleep, robe slipping to the floorboards as the one would be getting under the coverlet. Segan, was trying hard not to laugh, not to move, not to make a sound that would give him away.
 
Well into his dreams, Conor was roused only slightly when the warmth of a soft, feminine body pressed up against him. In fact, he mumbled something in a deep, sleep-heavy voice, rolling to his side to gather her in. The strength of his hand flattened against her lower back, pulling her closer still as he touched his lips to the curve of her neck. Splayed fingers stroked over the beginning swell of backside and she whispered... "Segan" ...in a voice husky with anticipated pleasure. Now THAT woke him! He scrambled from the bed, nearly pulling her along with him as he rolled and dove in the opposite direction. Exposed to the dark room, he stood there bare, still backing away from the bed as if it possessed a serpent. And for all intents and purposes, considering he was in his uncle's house, it would have been better had it been a serpent! "Christ Almighty, what the hell are you doing?" He hissed to the pale form still lounging with a cat-like stretch in his bed! He swatted at his eyes, trying to clear them to see exactly who had invaded his sleep! He stepped forward a step, squinting, then scooted back just as fast, as if that serpent was about to strike. "Daisy? Holy Hell. Is that you?" A side shift allowed him to yank up his pants and then he fumbled to get them on. "Mmmhmm." She nearly hummed. Conor stumbled backwards as she swung her legs over the edge of  the bed and acted as if she was about to get up and come after him. He shot out his hand, palm toward her, attempting to fasten his pants with the other hand alone. "Stay put, you lunatic female." He chided in a hushed voice, casting a look to where his brothers slept in the hopes that the commotion hadn't managed to wake them.

Eion had practically crawled under the covers of his bed, falling face down to sleep, his face covered. It had been the only way he could sleep after months in prison, blocking sight and as much sound as possible. He didn't hear the soft footfalls, or the softer fall of  material as Liz dropped her robe, but as soon as he felt movement, he woke, his eyes snapping open and nearly holding his breath. As soon as the lass touched him, he grabbed her by the throat, covering her mouth with his hand. Luckily for her the light from the window showed him who had crawled into the bed with him. Unlike Conor, it was Liz who went flying from the bed, falling on her pretty bottom. Eion was out of the bed quickly, stumbling as the covers tangled around his legs. Cussing softly, he managed to untangled himself and wrap one around his waist. "What in the hells... ?" He was trying to keep his voice low but ... was there something going on in one of the other sections of  the loft? "Are you daft, Liz? What are ... " No, he wasn't going to finish asking that.  It was far to obvious what she was up to!

Segan was fully clothed under his coverlet. Though once he heard the ruckus, first in Conor's corner and muffled words he could make out enough on, he shot up from under his covers to stand. Next he heard Eion having words with Liz. He couldn't hold it in anymore as he made a dash for the stairs. They were going to want to kill him and he was laughing, LAUGHING. It started muffled and burst through sounding like it echoed through the whole house. Only one glance back, mostly seeing his brothers standing. Now, it would have turned out differently had they slept with the ones but no.. and so .. he was dashing down the steps to the second floor, through the hall there but taking the back stairwell not to wake his uncle and cousins. He would end up in the kitchen below.

Mary Quinn was entering from the back door of the kitchen, her fingertips dark with dirt, her arm cupping the large bowl of herb clippings she had collecting during her late night ... gardening. She let out a squeak of surprise as Segan came barreling into the kitchen. "Saints save me." She breathed, relieved it was a solid, human form and one she knew at that and not some ghostly figure or manly intruder. There was a lot of thumping as more footfalls fell on those back stairs in a rush and she looked from the one grandson already in attendance to the doorway where she suspected she'd be seeing at least one more if not two very shortly. She set her bowl aside on the counter nearest where she stood and her eyes narrowed on Segan since he was here already. "What be you doing, lad?" Her arms crossed, her fingers tapped where they rested upon them.

Daisy actually started to stand anyway and come to him. She didn't seem to even care that this was Conor and not Segan after all. Movement behind her caught Conor's gaze for just a second and he saw Segan darting away, and bloody devil take him, he was friggin' laughing! Ah, hellnonow! With only his pants on, no shirt, no shoes, Conor darted around Daisy, but not before he leaned in to peck a quick kiss to her cheek. "Wrong Quinn, Lass, better luck next time." He spun in a circle, swearing through his own laughter that he'd make his brother pay greatly for this one, and started after him down those steps. His footing slipped mid way and he thumped down three of them before gaining his balance just in time and skidding to a halt in the kitchen right behind Segan. Crap! "Gram!" He forced out, now fully aware that he was less than dressed to be facing his grandmother and especially at this hour, feared having to explain why he was undressed so and chasing after Segan.

Liz was starting to make her way back around the bed, sending Eion up and over to get away from her. He grabbed his pants and was pulling them on when he glimpsed Segan making his escape. Hopping as he managed to step into one leg he tried to untangle the covers again. By the time his pants were on, Liz had her arms around his neck. Picking her up, he bounced her onto the bed, and started after his brothers. Not sure which of them was behind this he wasn't about to let either escape. Still half wrapped in the blanket, he managed to not fall down the stairs and charged into the kitchen. When he saw both brothers in front of him, he tried to stop but the blanket got under his feet, and sent him sliding into the two of them.

Segan skidded to a halt, catching his breath. At least he'd stop laughing in fear of waking up anyone else. He had learned to think on his feet as the expression went. "I couldn't sleep. I have nightmares of Amazons capturing us along the snake infested river. They use men then when tired of them eat them alive much like the black widow spider." It was true about some of his nightmares from real live adventures. Ones to go array when under a fever or such off night. "We wanted to talk to you, being we couldn't sleep, now is an ever better time being I caught you before you headed to bed. I'm sure Conor and Eion will be here directly," like he had planned all this precisely especially since Conor appeared as stated and then Eion. The latter pushing him from behind into action as he was over to turn out a chair for them each while he made his way around the table, turning out a chair for Grams last like nothing amiss. "Shall I bring out some of that aged brandy?" He would sit next to her, doubting his brothers would say a word on what just transpired ... yet. Nor would Daisy or Liz dare to come into the kitchen no matter how furious they might be by this time. Though, they had left the notes. He never said anything in writing to them in agreeing to meet them. He had only drawn three beds in the sections of the loft and darkened one of them, different in each. Didn't say who would be in it!

Conor turned to look back at the stairs as he heard Eion's descent and, with the force of his entry, took the hit full force in the chest. The blanket swept around his feet and as he pitched backwards, tripped on the fabric and slammed into the full length pantry behind him. He gave Eion a shove and growled. "Gram" with a twitch of his head toward that very woman. Out of breath from the escape and the collision, he still managed to smile to his grandmother as he eased out from under Eion to take up the seat that Segan had pulled out.

Mary watched this all with raised brows, having heard Segan and now seeing his brothers 'joining' as he said they would. "Why don't you do just that, Segan? It looks as if your brothers could be using some about now." She took the seat offered and swatted at Segan's hand, scooting herself in, so that he could get his brothers a drink. "Wicked dreams too, Conor? Eion? Or just being good brothers and checking on Segan because of his." There was humor in her tone, old Mary Quinn had raised her own children and had helped in the raising of her sons'...she wasn't falling so easily for any such tales.

Well, one brother, as Segan had moved. Always did have the luck of the devil. He stumbled back as Conor pushed him and finally started to laugh though that set off a fit of coughing as he rolled to the side. Standing after a moment, he joined his brothers after offering Mary a sheepish smile and a kiss to her cheek. "I was following Conor." And that was no lie. The brandy would be appreciated after that little adventure. He hoped Liz had enough sense to get back to her own room.

Though his tale was good, timed so well, Grams had an extra sense that could see through the smoke screen. Though there too, it was done as a brother would without any malicious intent. Possible teach those two ladies a lesson, possibly not, but certainly showed he wasn't getting that far entangled with them and naming bastard sons or daughters. He was over to the cabinet to get out the fancy large flask and four glasses. He knew Grams enjoyed her brandy. He set the glasses around, giving Eion a good healthy extra though all were healthy amounts. Setting the flask within reach of them all before taking his seat.  "I will give the honors to the eldest to start this serious consideration in suggestion." It would not be his right unless Eion asked him to in such a matter. He hoped both Daisy and Liz had enough sense to go back to their rooms but most likely the two would meet ... and plot.

As Segan poured, Mary's gaze drifted to the stairs again. The faint shuffling and tiptoeing steps were not missed by the woman and her dirt-tipped fingers tapped again, but this time against the glass that was set before her.

Conor didn't answer his grandmother's question. He knew she really didn't need an answer from him, so he just tucked himself in at his seat. He watched Mary eye the stairs and he shot a look in that direction before fixing a glare on Segan. It worked out well, though. Now was as good of a time as any to speak with their grandmother. She was here. They were all here. If Segan had planned this to end this way from the first, Conor may have been impressed. As it was, he still meant to make his brother paaaaay. With interest to be sure.

He calmed by the time he was seated and the brandy placed in front of him. Taking a drink first, he glanced in the direction of the stairs, then shot a look to Conor as the glass was lowered. It took him that long to figure out what they were supposed to talk about. "We were talking earlier about going to Heathfield, Gran. And, well, we were thinkin' maybe you'd like to go with us. Brady has Aunt Sarah and his girls to look after him and with Grandda being buried there now along with Mum and Da, well, we want you to know you'd be welcome. And we're expecting that you'll be around a long time to make sure we don't get into too much trouble. Or ... have many bad dreams." He shot Segan a look at that last then looked back. "Segan brought up that maybe you'd be thinking we didn't want you to go along." He'd at least give the middle brother credit for the idea.

Oh, he was being the perfect Sunday school boy, the older version of a perfect gentleman who did no wrong. Segan had that kind of innocent face to get away with it, most of the time. Not necessarily with Grams but she was a sprite still who would have enjoyed such a prank and probably pulled a few good ones in her time. He had glanced to the stairs but ignored any looks his brothers gave his way to not give himself away. "Aye, Grams, I for one would love it if you came with us. We didn't have you as much to ourselves and I'm feeling a bit selfish after losing my father to keep you closer." The part about nightmares was unfortunately true at times and he was sure Eion would be having many for a while.

Silence followed. Mary turned her head to the side as if she was looking at the bowl on the counter. She took a moment while she still looked in that direction and brought the glass up, drank, lowered it back to the table, all without looking back at them. A sniff escaped, one that she probably attempted to stifle but slipped free without her consent. "Heathfield has always been..." Her voice quivered and she drew in a deep breath, her shoulders squaring and she turned once more to look at the boys now men. She thought she held her emotions in check but her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she nodded to them. "I would like to be where my Jax is. I was a darn fine sailor lass in my day." This time the nod held a bit more force and the grand dame returned. "It's about time you boys asked. I thought I was just going to have to show up on your doorstep, bag in hand."

Conor frowned as his grandmother seemed to struggle, but true to her nature, she snapped back into Gran Mary mode with little difficulty at all. "Aye, well, Gran, you didn't pass that trait down to me. You gave the majority of it to Segan and then what was left to Eion." He reached out to her, taking one of her hands and giving it a squeeze.

Mary smiled to Conor. "Ah, Sweet Boy, that may be so. But I gave you the majority of my good looks and my sweet temperament." Watch her well, she didn't even flinch with that bit of humor, just smiled all the more to make it seem all the more truth.

He watched Mary closely, a slight touch of worry in his eyes. Once she spoke, he smiled then chuckled. "Well, I didn't want to upset the kettle and wasn't sure about asking. But I have to say, I'm glad you'll be joining us." Eion was a bit more subdued than he had been but give him time for the nightmares and memories to fade some. "I slept the whole way over I think. Was too exhausted to be sick." Though in truth, he didn't get seasick like poor Conor. "Sweet temperament." He cut a look toward Conor but wisely said no more. "Then, once you're ready, Gran, we'll be on our way."

Though she avoided looking directly at them, he for one could feel that emotion like tendrils reaching out that choked up the heart and mind. He wasn't sure if it was to have to turn them down but praise be, a smile growing, it was to accompany them. "Aye, has to be that for Conor is sure a fish out of water at sea. I'm thinking, Melantha, Gemma and especially Concessa are going to need your guiding hand in becoming ladies." Not like the true nature of Daisy and Liz, but he didn't state that. "Can you be ready the Morrow and we get this show on its way?" Of course there were at least two other reasons he wanted to be heading out, aside the itch to be on the move again, at sea and a new adventure ahead of them. The unknown always enticing to him even if parts were known but not experienced.

Mary tipped her head back and with two swallows, that brandy was emptied from the glass. She stood and crossed over to one of the cabinets, pulling down the flour bin. The top was removed and she stuffed her hand down deep, all the way to the bottom and from there, pulled out a linen handkerchief. Retopped and replaced the flour bin back in that cabinet and then crossed to Segan. She plopped the rolled up wad in front of him on the table with a puff of flour dust. "You boys take that and find yourselves a room at the inn not too far down the way. I'll have your cousins pack up your belongings and I'll bring them with me in the morning unless you want to come back to see your uncle and aunt before we leave. I have already talked to him about my wanting to go back to Heathfield, back to Jax." She leaned in, speaking low to Segan as she pat his shoulder. "Dear, my bags are already packed. They've been packed since you arrived." She stood again. "I'll have you all having a good night's sleep, so mount up, and get to it. I fear there is nowhere safe here on this farm for three handsome, single Quinn men. Believe me, I know the attraction to a comely man with virile Quinn blood surging through his veins. I can't very well blame the lasses, but I will have you three resting before our trip, aye?" She gave them a wink and started toward the hall that would lead her away. Her 'gardening' all but left where it was so that she could plan for bigger things, better things ... new things.
 
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Home
 
Segan carefully picked up the flour coated, wadded-up linen. Of course he knew what was inside but he had a moment to take pause, women hid money in the flour bin. The look given his brothers probably showed that surprise as he tucked it away into a pocket, still wrapped in the linen. No way was he going to use Gram's money when he had his own, Conor had enough as well. Maybe Eion didn't but he sure would once the notes had been transferred by Brady into an account for him. What was due him as head of their family. "The test shall be getting it back to her willingly," chuckling under his breath as he was always up for a challenge that would take time and patience. With Grandmama off to bed, they had best get their hides out of there. That came as a reminder as he heard footsteps on the stairs leading into the kitchen. Segan could move fast when needed and such was needed immediately. Out the door like a whirlwind and off to the stable to get his horse. His brothers on his heels to do the same and within the hour all were safely tucked away in Finnigan's Inn and Tavern. Long night but they should get at least six hours sleep with nor more disturbances or things that went bump in the night.

There were looks of course at the three, especially when they came downstairs the next morning.  The serving girl spoke to Eion, offering him extra food seeing how thin he was compared to his brothers.  He thanks her after informing her they were expected at the Manor.  Of course, most of the patrons recognized the Quinn lads and though some might tease, most greeted the three and  went about their business. The ride back brought back a mix of emotions for Eion. It was true that it had ben some time since he had visited but this had been home for a good portion of their lives. With their parents and grandfather buried in Heathfield, and the English likely on his trail, it was best not to stay. Back at the house the two maids would be kept in both Gran and Aunt Sarah's sights so at least they'd not be going down to the docks half-dressed. That thought had him chuckling softly as he dismounted and started for the house.

Conor had spent his entire life here, on Quinn land, here and on their own property. Leaving it behind weighed heavily on the youngest of the Quinn brothers. The fact that most of the men in the tavern at daylight knew the Quinn lads and made jokes about their state of attire to the point of Conor having to threaten the lot of them with an uplifted chair proved that not only would the Quinn boys miss these lands, those here would miss the Quinn family. He eased from his mount, giving the horse's muscular neck a pat and looked over at his uncle's manor house. He drew in a deep breath. "Aye, well, brothers. Looks as if this is it, eh?" He cast a look to first one and then the other of the brothers then followed along behind Eion toward the house. His steps paused a moment when he heard wailing from within then started to speed up until he heard...

"Now Mary, I told you to stop your caterwauling! If you want, you and your sisters can come over and visit anytime." As if it was just a stroll down over the meadow. "I've made up my mind. And there's the sum of it. Go and fetch me my shawl, I left it on the rocker on the back porch. I can't be leaving without it. Go, get with you! Right away...scoot!"

Finnigan had a brew of children that most were of the Quinn brothers' ages. They had grown up together. They hadn't seen Segan in some time and so there quite a few thuds to the back exchanged along with the jesting. Sorry sight for sore eyes got the response, well, you should have seen me after I escaped the Amazons. Unfortunately he would not be around long enough to tell his tales. Perhaps in time when he visited which they tried to get the brothers to commit to. Their breakfast fast and furious so the brothers' need not dawdle at their Uncle's to break fast and cause undo stress on the family and over the incident of last evening. Short trip from the tavern to their Uncle's, Segan became more reluctant the closer they got and so even once on foot he lingered behind Conor as they headed into the manor. He notice Brady had the carriage ready that would transport their Grandmama to the Port.

Eion had been a bit embarrassed with being thinner but he had covered it up well. It wasn't easy taking the extra fussing from his cousins but he took it in stride.  Excusing himself, he headed up to the loft where he dressed quickly.  Aunt Sarah had returned early that morning and before breakfast he made a point to talk to her and answer her questions.  Speaking separately to each of his cousins,  he made promises to write and visit when they could and finally, when he was certain the manor would be flooded with tears, it was time to go.  Hugs were passed out again, and he included the two maids as well as Cook.  "Don't worry about Gran," he whispered to their aunt and uncle. "She'll be fine." He didn't think they thought otherwise after he said it but  they just hugged him in return.  Brady took him aside for a moment while his brothers were giving their farewells.  No one in the house would tell where the three had gone except to Rob or any of his other friends if they showed.  He told his Uncle a question to ask any who came looking for them.  If they couldn't give the right answer, they weren't to be trusted.  Finally he headed outside to take a moment or two to compose himself. He wanted to keep the memory of all he saw for as long as possible.

Collecting his things hadn't taken long and soon he had tossed them to the top of the carriage. He went back in, spending his time with the uncle who had probably offered as many 'life lessons' to him as his father had over the back fence rail. He spoke quietly with him, requests made, promises offered then the two of them rejoined the group to make their farewells.  He hugged and kissed his cousins, the cook, even the maids, then his aunt and uncle were last. To them he offered his gratitude and his devotion. If ever there was need, even the sea wouldn't keep him from their side. His uncle's words would travel with ."You've got to do your own growing. No matter how tall your grandfather was."

Yes. Yes. Mary stood, holding the younger Mary to her side as the girl hiccupped her sorrow. The grandmother patted the girl's back gently. Although Mary was eager to return to the lands she loved with the man she loved, she knew she'd be missing those who remained here. It was all good. She had spent a good part of her life with them, the final aspect would be spent back where she belonged. In Heathfield. Her final chapter would be written with these young men and the women they fell in love with, married and created the next generation of Quinn's with. She always believed life was good, it was just a matter of waiting until the silver could be seen behind that cloud.

All he possessed from 'home' was packed away in a trunk and one duffel bag added to the collection atop the carriage. He gave his cousins warm squeezing hugs, each in turn with a few heart felt words exchanged. He found Daisy in line for her hug like one of the cousins, the words she whispered in a promise when he got back, came with a pinch to his backside. He managed to sidestep Liz, not being sure he'd be able to sit if she got in a pinch to the other cheek and ducked over to his aunt. He could hope the two were married off before any trip back to visit or he'd be staying at the Inn again. He got to talk with his uncle once he was done with the private sharing of words with his brothers. Last but not least. They all gradually moved outside as Brady saw to the honors of seeing Grandmama into the carriage. Many of the women with tear stained cheeks touched his heart, least the relatives. The tears in Daisy's and Liz's eyes was a bit different he was certain. It was about an hour to the port where his ship, the Anaconda, sat like a large sleek reptile, distinguished amongst the other ships for her fine lines and fresh paint. Though an older ship she was well made and well taken care of. This was evident by just one look even if one was not ship savvy. The crew were at their best, those with beards and long hair were clean and hair tied back. He had the captain's quarters set up for Grandmama as he and his brothers would have separate smaller cabins. The brigantine was built more for hauling cargo along with her twenty-two guns, so the better cabins had hardly been used. The crew had their own quarters below deck. The plank was down in ready as some cargo was also loaded to bring in trade to these new lands.

Eion had even less than his brothers, just what they had managed to obtain once they landed in Ireland and some shirts that Brady had given him as well as a good sturdy pair of boots. He kept his emotions tightly in check as farewells were given until it came to Mary. The lass' tears made him choke up as he hugged her tightly.  He made her promise to come visit, knowing it would be an adventure to the lass.  Mounting his horse, he gave the family one final smile before taking a position behind the carriage.  He barely said a word as they rode, though he nodded approval of the ship.  Segan had done well for himself.  Once Gran was safely aboard, he helped with the horses then found Segan. "She's a right fine ship. How did you come to own her?" He would only expect Segan to answer if he wasn't too busy overseeing the crew and cargo.

"Conor Quinn!" Mary barked at the youngest of the men, giving him a nudge away from her. "I will not go below! If I'm in the way, Segan will tuck me somewhere else." She clamped her hands down on the railing, the wisps of hair which had escaped her neatly made bun lifted and danced in the breeze. There was no question that Mary Quinn had once been a lovely young lass, it showed in the way she held herself, in the way she faced the world.

Conor could only groan. Not a sympathetic bone in his grandmother's body for his soon-to-be plight. "I'm seeking out my cabin." He muttered to his brothers, to his grandmother. He might as well get acquainted with it, he'd be spending the next several weeks moaning in misery within it. He glanced only once back over the lands he had called home his entire life, then with a deep breath of resignation, trudged his way below.

Before they left, he told Brady that if young Mary wished to come, they need but let him know and he would come for her personally, making sure she traveled safely. "There is a code amongst Pirates and Privateers, if you can defeat a captain, you gain what is his. When I first went off on my own, there was not a ship I could find that I wanted. I ended up in a low life tavern well known as a place for all kinds to gather. A fight started that was not provoked by me but by this captain not having to like me looks. I might have been younger at the time but such remarks had me seeing red." Eion would well know how enraged Segan could become especially when he was between eighteen and twenty. "She had been a sorry sight and most of her crew dispersed. A few who had witnessed the fight and how I fought were impressed. We had a long talk from there." Which was about all he would get in to answer his brother as Blake was at his side to give him an update and waiting on orders. A few questions followed by orders were given before Blake moved off to see to them. Then there was the commotion with Grams to be handled. "Grandmama, you need not go below but to the Aft," moving from Eion to come up alongside her as he pointed out the back of the ship, the quarters higher than the deck, a few steps leading up to the first level of cabins and then another level for the captain's quarters with a view.

Eion listened to his brother, understanding all too well how such remarks could cause anger. He kept his expression neutral as he listened however. There was no point in bringing up the past. He nodded to Blake then chuckled when he heard Gran and Conor. "I'll be checking on you after we set sail, Conor." And to Mary, he offered his arm. "Why don't I join you? Then we'll both be out of the way. He enjoyed hearing her tales about her own children, as well as any other tales she might have to share. He noticed that the men were very polite to Mary as well and that impressed him. Segan had a good crew.
 
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