My son wonâ€™t stop dueling people. Itâ€™s Earl Muiredach who brought it to my attention, both his pride and his arm wounded. â€œHe turned up at my doorstep and challenged me in front of everyone,â€� he growls. â€œI had no choice to accept.â€�
I sit on my throne and ponder what to do with Brian, my unruly heir. Dueling my vassals simply wonâ€™t do. My grip on the Irish throne is tenuous enough as it is. Brianâ€™s stubborn though, and ordering him to cease might not accomplish much.
Thereâ€™s only one course of action, really. â€œPah! Your father will show you how itâ€™s done.â€� I stand and heft my sword, veteran of dozens of sieges, and I kick my sonâ€™s ass. The duels stop. My son never speaks to me againâ€”and a few months later, he dies. Was illness the cause, as the doctors claimed? Or embarrassment?