He held me with those old eyes, his teeth were bare and I could see they were sharp. He growled in frustration then suddenly looked away.
He put his hand to his beard, he stroked it as if pondering the meaning of life. His eyes went sideways fast and back, he was scheming.
“Why are you here? Whatever did I do?” I plucked up the courage to say. To this he held his little hand up.
“Wait a moment now” he demanded. He was annoyed, irritated and very angry.
I looked around the room, I was to sit here while this creature acted like the high king of Ireland. Well I was getting tired of him, I wish I’d never gone near that Hawthorne tree.
Suddenly, he looked up smiling at me.
“Now, fergal, would you ever believe I won’t be needing your help no more” he said grinning “I’m sure you’ll be glad of it, so I need one last thing of ye”.
“And what is that?” I asked suspiciously.
“Well, can ya tell the faerie folk to take the enchantment of this house? I won’t be needing to threaten anymore” he said sincerely, almost had me and all.
“Now Cornaght! Come now, you must think of me a fool! What should happen if I could even call off the faerie magic? I imagine you would double cross me somehow, put all the bad luck on me” I defied him, I hated the creature.
At this he was enraged, so enraged that lightning hit a tree near the church in my village. He started cursing my name and insulting my family honour.
“Leave now this house at once” I demanded him and he was taken aback, he stopped his cursing and looked straight at me. He was like a statue in his shock.
“Fergal, or seventh son as they like to call you, ye can’t get rid of me that easily. Now, boy, give me the coins and I’ll leave ye in peace” he rasped. I shook my head. I don’t know why but it was my instinct to keep them, even though every fibre in my body wanted to throw the coins in his face.
“Leave this house!” I said loudly.
Conarght got extremely angry, he was hopping up and down on the spot. Another lightning strike closer than before. The little creature went to wave his hand as if to strike me, when nothing happened he realised his error.
“A thousand curses fergal! A thousand!” He screamed.
He started pacing up and down the room. I laid back down on the bed knowing I was safe, that he could not hurt me here. It made him even angrier that I was comfortable in his presence.
“Why did you have to find me fergal” he was still pacing up and down “I’ll have to find a way now out of this, you’re under protection from them…what to do…”.
“Just leave me be Conarght” I said exasperated “can’t you just leave me out of whatever you’re doing, I don’t understand any of it”.
“Ah! So it’s alright for you to come tumbling into my affairs and leave unscathed. We are both in a bit of bother. You to me and I to them. It’s miserable.” He stopped pacing and put his hands on his hips.
“Just leave this house”.
With that he was gone, disappeared. I was relieved and I fell soundly asleep.
I dreamt I was a tiny baby in a cot, smaller than an average baby. As I saw my little hands I noticed they glittered like the fairies in the forest. I looked up and saw my mother, except I didn’t recognise her. This beautiful woman had black hair and golden eyes, a trait of the faerie folk. She turned and I noticed the wings.
This seemed so familiar and yet not real. Was the events of the past week catching up with me in dreams? I woke up.
The rooster was crowing and the leprechaun was nowhere to be seen.