Rites of Passage

[LongshanksSierra]

The stag took a small step forward, its muzzle pushing through the snow in search of hidden grass beneath. He took another small step into the clearing, his nose working over the white covered ground. Callan Mac Conchoille Clann Soghain kept his body loose in his perch, his arms tightening minutely as he watched the stag move step by step into the clearing. Callan brought his bow up slowly, drawing the string to his ear and sighting down along the shaft of his arrow. Callan slowed his breathing as he pointed the tip of the arrow at the beast’s heart. The stag lifted his head and stared in Callan’s direction, as if anticipating the attack. The hunter looked at the deer; then lowered his arrow. Callan pushed himself out of the crook of the tree with a crash, before he hit the ground the stag had disappeared back into the forest growth leaving behind a few rattling branches.

Callan returned the arrow to the leather quiver on his belt and blew out a small sigh. He really hadn’t felt like hunting today, and it wasn’t as if the clan needed the extra food. It actually felt good to let the stag go on about its business. Looking at the sun’s descent towards the horizon, Callan figured it was time he headed home. It seemed to him that the days were, in fact, starting to grow longer; even if the nights did retain a bite to the cold.

The snow pulled at his boots, and Callan let his pace slow as he followed the setting sun towards his clan’s stronghold. He enjoyed the crisp air, despite the chill seeping through his cloak, and inhaled deeply letting the cold air fill his lungs. It was enough at the moment to be out on his own. The solitude was not to last however, a bare quarter of an hour later he felt eyes on him. Callan slowed his step even further, surveying the woods around him. His hand tightened on the dagger at his belt.

The precaution was unnecessary, as a moment later he spied a tall figure on the path ahead of him. Callan relaxed and let a smile broach his face.

“Good afternoon to you Callan Mac Conchoille of Clann Soghain,” the man said, his words flowing out evenly from behind a long white beard. “Have you by chance failed in your hunt today?”

“Failed?” Callan echoed. “Perhaps. I found a stag a little while ago; but let him return to the forest instead of bringing him along to our dinner table.”

“I’m sure his spirit is grateful.”

“And you Gioll?” The man needed no surnames, being the clan’s chief druid was enough. “How has your day been?” Callan asked pulling even with the man.

“The day is neither good nor bad on its own accord. It is how we choose to deal with it.”

The two slid into step beside each other. Callan’s eyes sized the druid’s face.

“You’re upset with me,” Callan announced.

“And why should I be upset with you?”

“You don’t think I’m reacting well to this morning’s announcement,” Callan said.

“Why is that?” This had long been Gioll’s teaching technique, asking questions instead of offering instruction. Callan wasn’t surprised to be on the receiving end of it now.

“You believe I should show more enthusiasm for the decision?”

“Perhaps less hostility would be a good start. Surely this was no surprise?” Gioll asked.

“No,” Callan said with a tight shake of his head. “Just its timing.”

“Imbolc is almost upon us, the full moon is in three nights’ time,” Gioll said with a melodramatic wave of his hand. The man did enjoy indulging in a little grandstanding every now and again. “What better timing could there be to sanctify the marriage of two of the most powerful families of Clan Soghain?”

Earlier that day Conchoille Mac Gowan, the clan’s most successful cattle-raider, had announced jointly with Lord Maghnus Mac Dubhdara, the Clan’s chief, the impending marriage of their two eldest children. It had been a highly anticipated announcement; Lord Maghnus had no sons and the husband of his eldest daughter would likely be named his heir. Or, at least, have his first born male child named as the heir to the Clan leadership. Either way, it was a much sought after reward, and would bring a lot of wealth and prestige to the groom’s family. Conchoille had long been the Clan’s chief warrior, had brought more cattle to Clan Soghain than anyone else in recent years. If anyone held as much respect in the Clan as the Lord Maghnus himself, it was Conchoille.

Callan didn’t object to the union on the grounds that he was the warrior Conchoille’s eldest son, and his future had just been brokered away. Politically speaking it was a good match, and would unite the two most powerful families in the clan. In his father’s position, Callan would have likely done the same thing. Callan also knew that his life and duty were subject to the best interest of the Clan, he had accepted that as fact long ago. His only objection rested solely on the fact that he loathed his intended bride, and he had no doubts the sentiment was returned.

“A sanctified marriage is no guarantee of a happy one,” Callan remarked.

“Really? The gods’ blessings on a marriage to a vibrant and comely young woman such as the Lord Maghnus’ daughter? Had could it fail to be anything but happy?” Gioll asked.

“Well, she could always plunge a dagger into my chest on our wedding night,” Calan offered.

“There is that,” Gioll conceded. “But the bands will be reads tonight in front of the Clan council and the elder druids, and the marriage will take place after the holy festival of Imbolc. So you will have at least four nights left to live,” Gioll said with a smile. “But this is not why I sought you out this afternoon.”

“Why did you?”

“You have never participated in the Imbolc festival before; you have only come of age this past winter. It seems the goddess Brigit has a special request of you.”


OOC: If you're interested in the role of Lord Maghnus' daughter or exploring the festival of Imbolc, give me a PM so we can discuss.

 

[haremfaery]

"Mother, you must speak to him!" Teagan balled her hands into fists at her sides. "I will marry anyone, anyone. But not Callan Mac Conchoille. I hate him with every fiber of my being. I hate his face, I hate his eyes, I hate his clothing. I hate the very ground he treads upon." Teagan paced the great room like a caged animal.

"Stop acting like a child. You have known for some time this match would be made. It brings honor to both our clans. Your father has given his word. You shame us with your behavior."

"And you shame me by giving me to a man who loves me not!" She shouted. Teagan spun to face her mother again. "I renounce my place. Let Morag have him."

"Don't speak nonsense. Done is done. You will marry the son of Conchoille Mac Gowan. You do not have to love him. You do not have to like him. But you shall be civil and do your duty as a wife. Run his household, rear his children, and someday when your father steps aside--touch wood that it is no time soon. Your son will rule the clans."

Teagan let out a screech and put her hands to her ears. "Don't speak of him touching me!"

Teagan's mother went to her and pulled her hands away from her ears. She pulled her daughter into a seat by the wall and smoothed the girl's hair. "I am sorry you have no choice in this. But you must accept it. The marriage will take place, will ye or nill ye."

Teagan wiped a tear from her cheek with the heel of her hand.

"It could be far worse. Callan could be old and ugly." Her mother said.

"Humpf."

((how old are Callan and Teagan?))
((I believe reading of the bands is Catholic and Episcopalian, pagans get handfasted.))

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Callan looked sideways at the druid. “And just what could the goddess want from me?”

Gioll spread his hands. “What she always wants, your love and respect.”

Callan stopped walking and looked hard at the druid. “If you’re going to ask me for something, then just ask me. You can dispense with your druidic double-talk.”

The old druid smiled to show there was no offense. “During our festival, the gods designate two of our own to act as avatars of their spirits. A man to represent to Lord of the Hunt, and a woman to act as the Bride of the Earth. Through this dedication of the flesh, the gods ensure that the coming spring will be productive for the clan. Our hunts will be successful, our herds will be strong, and our crops will be bountiful.”

“And you think I’ve been designated as this Lord of the Hunt?”

“So say the signs.”

“And who is this Bride of the Earth?”

“That I can not tell you. During Imbolc rites the clan members wear masks. The festival is anonymous in nature; we do not ask for prosperity for our own sakes, but for the good of the clan.”

Callan thought a moment. “You said ‘dedication of the flesh.’ What exactly is my role in the festival?”

“Fertility of the earth is ensured by celebrating the fertility of our bodies. The union of the physical bodies of the Lord and the Bride carry over from our world to the spirit world, and back again. That is why we give them our bodies for the rites.”

Callan stared at the druid a moment. “You mean you intend me to lie with this woman!” He felt the heat in his skin crawling up his neck. “I’m to be a stud bull for your goddess!”

It was the druid’s turn to get angry, and by the flashing of his eyes Callan knew he had gone a step to far. “Do not mock the gods.” Gioll’s voice was low, but it was stern and brooked no further disrespect. “This is a sacred rite, and one to ensure the continued prosperity of the clan. You have the right to refuse of course, but would you so easily forsake you duties to your kin?”

Callan sighed. The druid would get what he wanted one way or another, and Callan had learned when he was a boy that sometimes it was easier to just go along from the outset. “Very well druid. I’ll play my part in your rite.”

Gioll nodded. “Thank you, Callan mac Conchoille of Clann Soghain. But remember, this is a celebration, be prepared to actually enjoy yourself.”

Callan arched an eyebrow at the the druid. “One last thing. This ‘joining’ it will not take place in front of the clan will it?”

Gioll looked shocked at the question. “Of course not. The gods appreciate their privacy as well.”

“And this Bride...”

“Will continue to remain unknown to you. And speaking of her,” Gioll said as he turned to leave. “I’ve another errand to attend to today, but I will see you later when we announce your betrothal.”

“Oy! Druid!” Callan called after him. “What of that!”

Gioll turned to look at him. “You mean why would the goddess Brigid take you for her husband before marrying you to another woman?” He paused. “I only interpret the gods’ will, I do not claim to understand or be able to explain it. Accept.” With that he disappeared back into the woods.

Callan shook his head, wondering what exactly had caused the gods to decide to toy with him particularly over the next few days.

 

[haremfaery]

"If Callan were as handsome as Angus Mac Og, God of Love, I would still detest him." Teagan said. It wasn't Callan himself that she disliked, it was the idea of all of this. That everyone assumed since before she could remember that they would be wed. She knew it was her duty to her fine (extended family) and to her clan. She was raised, as everyone in the clans that one must do one's duty. Individuals weren't important, the clan was all.

And yet...and yet it stuck in her throat like a fishbone. Callan paid more attention to the other girls. He never teased her. Never complimented her. The two of them ignored each other as much as possible as if to recognize the other would make their betrothal true. She was sure Callan would take a concubine as soon as he was able. That would be a good thing. It would keep his clumsy hands off of her.

"Don't be bringing the gods into this now. Angus may hear you and decide to teach you a lesson. Young Callan has done nothing to warrant your attitude. You make conflict where there is none. Sometimes I think you crave it like the flowers crave the rain." Teagan's mother ((I really need a name for this woman...Muireen?)) stood and went to her weaving. "Enough of this, have you checked on how the candles are coming today? You know we need to finish all the candles we need by Imbolc. I put you in charge of this because it's good practice for when you have your own household."

Anything to get away from this conversation. If Teagan didn't think about it wasn't real. She nearly bounced out of her seat and in a rustle of skirts left to go around back and see to servants.

((I found this online and some of it was helpful. http://www.greyhawkes.com/text/celts.txt))

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan was busy counting out the finished candles and putting them in boxes. She concentrated on her task so much that she didn’t hear the druid come up behind her.

“Teagan MacMaghnus, I require a word lass.” The old druid said.

Teagan jumped. “You’ve stopped my heart. Sneaking up on me like that. Or did you just appear out o’ the air?” She gave her old teacher a smile. “Are you here to see father? He rode out this morning. He should be home at dusk.”

“I’m not here for your father, Teagan. I need to speak to you. Privately.” Gioll began walking to the herb garden so the women making the candles couldn’t overhear.”

“About the wedding.” Teagan made a little face as she followed behind him.

When the druid decided they were out of earshot of anyone he turned to Teagan. “You are the image of your mother at this age. Did you know she didn’t want to marry your father? I see from the look on your face that you didn’t. She was in love with another young man. But she knew her duty to her clan. Your parents grew to love each other.”

“I will never grow to love Callan.” Teagan balled her hands into fists.

Goill gave her a stern look and opened his mouth to speak but Teagan, disrespectful girl, but him off. “But I promise I will do my duty to my clan. I will not bring dishonor on my father’s house.” She assured him.

“I am relieved to hear it. But Teagan, I have another matter to speak to you about.”

Teagan had no idea what else they needed to speak of.

Goill looked at Teagan, “Imbolc is nearly here. You are now of age to attend the festival. But the gods have decided you are to play a more important role in the festival than simply a participant.”

Teagan looked at Goill, puzzled. She knew what Imbolc was. It honored Brigid and the promise of Spring. She had also heard the older girls talk of secret rites. But they were only trying to tease the younger girls by pretending they knew more than they could say.

“What role?”

“You are to be the Bride of the Earth, the avatar of the Goddess.”

“And what must I do as Bride of the Earth?”

“You will join with the Lord of the Hunt and that will ensure prosperity for the clan.”

“Who is the Lord of the Hunt?

“That you cannot know. Everyone wears masks to keep the identity of the Lord and Lady secret. You will stand between worlds and channel the Goddess, as the chosen man will channel the God. You will lie together and the gods will smile on the clan.”

“Lie together? Lie{} together?” Teagan sputtered. “But I am the daughter of Maghnus, Clan Leader.”

“So you are and you shall bring great honor to this rite.” Goill said calmly.

“But, but. Am I expected to lie with two men within days of each other? I am not a cat in heat.” She was pacing again. “Why does the Goddess hate me so?”

“Child. That is why masks are worn. The avatars could be anyone in the clan. The gods have spoken and through signs have made their choice. You must obey.”

Teagan paced four steps away and turned back. “What if this avatar of the Lord gets me with child? What then?”

“Merrybegots are blessed. Should that happen, so much the better. But your wedding falls fast on the heels of Imbolc, so there truly would be no way to tell who was the father.”

“Thank you for that reassurance.” Teagan spat.

Gioll smiled. Teagan was a spitfire like her mother, too. “As I said, through signs the gods have chosen their avatars. Prepare yourself.”

Teagan sighed. “What have I done in my short years on earth to deserve such attention of the gods? Fine. I will do my duty for the good of the clan. what else can I do?”

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Callan decided on the long way back to village, trading warmth by the hearth for extra time alone. In four days he was going to marry a woman who made every show of despising him. Their marriage was almost solely designed to produce a male heir from the clan’s two strongest families. If he chose to think about it that way, Callan could reduce his role in life to a breeder stud. That certainly seemed the extent of the gods’ pal for him, especially considering Druid Gioll’s recent revelation. Now not only did the clan want him to prove his prowess in his wedding bed, but the gods’ had need of him in that regard as well.

The muffled thumps of horses pulled Callan from his thoughts. Approaching through the woods was perhaps the second person Callan didn’t want to face at the moment. Lord Maghnus, and a few members of his entourage, galloped up to Callan. He hoped momentarily they had the intention of riding him down. It would solve problems.

“Well met Mac Conchoille,” Maghnus said as he swung out of the saddle. The Clann Soghain patron had thoroughly gray temples, but the iron vigor that had led the clan still shone in his bright eyes.

“My lord,” Callan answered as he bowed his head in greeting.

“Strange that I should run into my future son, alone in the woods,” Lord Maghnus said as he gripped Callan’s forearm in greeting. “Or stranger still, that it reminds me of the day I spent before the evening my hand was fasted to my future bride.”

“Just out on a hunt my lord.”

Lord Maghnus smiled as he absently handed his reins to one of his retainers. “Well, the time is close to when we should be getting back. Allow me the pleasure of your company on the trek back.”

“As you wish my lord,” Callan said falling into the step next to him. The two of them walked through the snow in silence for a long minute before Lord Maghnus smiled and spoke.

“That’s one of the things I’ve always liked about you Callan. You never seem to want to fill the air with empty words. Even to let others around you know your mind. That will not work with my daughter”

“M’Lord?”

“You will have to keep up with the flow of her tongue in order to keep your wishes firmly in her mind. She has no fear of wasting words, and will take more than her fair share. Speak often, firmly, and with authority. She will not like it, but she will listen.”

“I see my lord,” Callan replied.

Maghnus laughed easily. “Not yet you don’t,” he said. “But you will.”

 

[haremfaery]

((Sorry it's taken so long to post. Real life can be a bitch sometimes.))

Teagan returned to the candlemaking. "What did the Druid Gioll have to say?"

Teagan was still distracted by the druid's words. "What? Oh. He wanted to speak to me about the handfasting. I cannot believe how quickly it has come upon me."

One of the servants, a girl only a little older than Teagan, grinned and said, " Nor will you believe how fast your husband will come upon you on your wedding night." She laughed.

Teagan blushed. "Cait, you will not speak to me in that manner."

"Pish. You know I mean no disrespect. But I know that you've always thought yourself above all the boys, and now you'll be handfasted--have you even kissed a boy?"

Teagan's blush deepened. In truth, except for one of the stable boys stealing a kiss the summer before she hadn't. She took Cait's wrist and pulled her away from the others. "'Tis true. I know nothing of the ways of a man and a woman."

Cait giggled. "Then you are in for a treat."

"With Callan Mac Conchoille? I doubt it very much."

"Roisen MacDoughal says Callan is a fine kisser."

"Roisen MacDoughal says every boy is a fine kisser. I care not for that gossip. Tell me truly what it is like to lay with a man."

Cait smiled. "It is the most wonderful feeling, living proof the Gods want us to be happy."

"Yes, but--I want details. What was it like your first time? It makes you bleed, doesn't it? Doesn't it hurt?" Teagan pulled Cait down so the could sit together.

"It hurts for some, and some bleed more than others. But if your man takes his time and makes sure you're ready," Cait gave Teagan a little grin. "It may not even hurt at all."

"How does he make sure I'm ready? What if he's a bumbling idjit?"

"Kissing helps, and caresses. He can use his fingers to stretch you and make sure you are wet enough before, you know." Cait giggled again.

"His fingers..."

Cait laughed out loud now. "Tell me you never put your own fingers there!"

Teagan wanted hole to open in the earth that she could fall into. "No!"

"Then I suggest you try it to get a taste of what awaits you in your marriage bed. Though a cock is far larger than you finger, and praise Angus Mac Og that 'tis." Cait laughed again. "You've still a few nights to try it."

Teagan just blinked for a few moments. "You'd best get back to the candles. I'll be there shortly."

"If you find you have more questions--do let me know." Cait giggled as she went back to the other servants.

Teagan pondered what Cait had said. If it were possible, she was even less inclined to experience marriage or the ritual. Maybe she would slip into the river and drown. Better yet, she would push MacConchoille in. But that didn't solve the problem of the ritual. She huffed a sigh and stood up.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Lord Maghnus led Callan back through the woods, spending most of the rest of the trip in idle talk on his plans for Clann Soghain in the next season. Callan paid close attention to what the man was saying, for as the consort of the chief’s daughter and future father of the clan’s heir, his role in the clan’s affairs would grow in the coming months.

“I expect we’ll have to send you on a few cattle raids this season,” Lord Maghnus said. “You’re of age now to attend the warriors, and in a year or two will be expected to lead raids yourself.”

Callan nodded. In fact, his father had been teaching him the warrior ways all his life, and Callan was probably better prepared than any other warrior in the clan to lead a war party on a raid. But, he admitted, there was a difference between training and experience. And while he had plenty of the first, he was sorely lacking in the latter.

They small band approached the edge of the village and Lord Maghnus clapped his hand on Callan’s shoulder. “Well my son,” he said, “For the moment your house lies on the other side of the village from mine. But I’ll see you at the feast tonight for the hand fast. I’ve instructed my wife to prepare a goodly meal for the ceremony as a way to celebrate both the impending marriage and the onset of Imbolc.”

The mention of the festival sent Callan’s mind hurtling down other, troubling paths, but he nodded all the same.

Maghnus smiled. “You’re bride awaits you. Don’t keep us waiting too long.” He swung back up into his saddle and the Lord’s entourage did likewise. “Attend my hall at sunset.”

Callan bowed his head as the Clann Soghain chief trotted back to the main hall. He sighed deeply and turned towards his father’s house. In a few hours his betrothal to Teagan MacMaghnus would be official shortly after sunset. And if the gods, or the druids, did not change their minds, tomorrow’s sunset would introduce him to another bride altogether.

Trying his best, but very unsuccessfully, to put all thoughts of troubles out of his mind, Callan hurried his footsteps to his father’s home.

“Callan Mac Conchoille! You lazy imp! Where have you been all day when there has been too much work for too few hands? And all on your own business as well?” Callan winced slightly as his mother’s voice greeted him in a loud rush. “Up to no good no doubt.”

Callan smiled, forcing an impudent cheer into his face. “Good evening mother,” he said wrapping her up in his arms and lifting her from the floor. “I wonder what you’ll have to complain about when I’m established as a man in my own house.”

“Put me down you scoundrel!” She cried out with a laugh, her voice turning back to mock anger quickly. “A poor day for the Soghain when the house will be the leading one for the clan.”

Callan let his mother down after she boxed one of his ears. “Now wash up, and be quick about it. You’ve only just time to put on your good robes before we need go the Clan Hall for the fasting ceremony. No son o’ mine will look the vagrant before he appears as a man before near the whole clan. Sure’n your father is already there to speak with Lord Maghnus and settle the accords final before the ceremony is official.”

Callan gave his mother one more good natured smile before he left to take her advice, not letting her see the wry twist to his lips. A fine stud bull he would make for the clan indeed.

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan finished the candle count and left the servants to clean up. She had to get ready for the feast. Not that she wanted to rush to do it, her fate would be sealed at the feast when the betrothal between Callan Mac Conchoille and herself. would be announced. She was resigned, but she didn't have to like it.

She walked through the great hall and found her father home from his outing. "Teagan, mo choi!"

"Father." She took his hand.

"Get thee hence and prepare for your groom. Young Callan will be here wih his family at sunset. We cannot have you looking like a scullery maid." He kissed her forehead. "Though, a fine fair scullery maid you make as well. With nom dowry to you name, you would still be a prize."

Teagan smiled at her father's flattery. "I was just on my way, father." She was about to say something else when Callan's own father entered the hall. She bobbed a curtsy at the man. "Sir." And left the room.

Once in her chamber she flung herself on her bed. She didn't cry. Not tears. But she sobbed and pounded the pillow in frustration and anger that the boy she loathed most in all the world was to be her husband. "Angus MacOg," She said to the God of Love. "I hope you are enjoying this joke, because I am surely not. I hate Callan Mac Conchoille. Would that I loved him--or even liked him...please. I want to do my duty to my clan. And I will. ...ah, Angus, the pooorest amoung us has the power to love where they will, but not I. Help me. I know not even what boon to ask. But I shoudl like to know true love ere I die."

Teagan rested on the bed for awhile longer then began dressing.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Callan was just throwing his cloak around his shoulders when a loud voice boomed through the house, calling his name.

“Oi! Where are you little brother? Have you run off yet?”

“No!” Callan replied coming into the main room. “So keep your voice in its place brother.”

The speaker was not Callan’s brother by blood, nor were they related apart from the clan, but they had lived under the same room for almost fifteen years and so treated each other as kin nonetheless. Eoghan Mac Cashel’s father had died those many years before in a raid led by Conchoille. The warrior had adopted Cashel’s son as his own, his own mother having been taken by a fever shortly after childbirth. Eoghan was nearly seven years older than Callan, but had only recently taken a wife and home of his own.

“Well, hurry along then,” Eoghan continued. “Both your father and mother are already at the Hall, and bade me fetch you in case you had any notion of making for the hills at the last moment. Although why you would consider it is far beyond me.”

“And why is that?”

“Have you not seen Teagan Nic Maghus?”

“Oh I’ve seen her. More to the point I’ve heard her as well.”

“Forgive me if I can’t share your sorrows at marrying a beautiful and rich woman,” Eoghan smiled. “Ach,” he added with a swipe at Callan’s hand, “No blades.”

“Oh?” Callan said as he paused while reaching for his sword.

“We’re going to a betrothal. Not a war council.”

Callan frowned. This would be his first time appearing before the clan elders as an adult with the right to bear arms. But Eoghan was right, the hand fasting should be done without weapons.

“Right then,” Callan said, pinning his cloak around his neck. “Let’s be off.”

The two of them quickly made their way across the village, arriving at the large oak doors leading into the Maghnus Hall just as the sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon. Waiting outside in a set of traditional robes was Dalbach Ó Maoileoin, one of Gioll’s apprentices.

“Now remember,” Eoghan said. “You’ll not be expected to say much. Most of this is between Conchoille and Lord Maghnus. You just say that you willingly take Teagan to wife, before the gods and the clan.”

“Willingly?”

Eoghan cuffed Callan lightly behind the ear. “Remind me to ask you how disappointed you are in your bride the morning after your wedding night.”

Callan was denied the chance to respond as Dablach swung the doors open and ushered the two inside. The feast hall was modestly decorated for the event, most of the household’s efforts would be saved for Imbolc, but they hadn’t scrimped on the announcement of their only daughter’s betrothal. The heads of all the clan’s families were gathered in the hall, and Callan felt all their eyes on him as he was unobtrusively nudged forward by Eoghan.

Callan knew that his marriage to Teagan was a politically smart move by Lord Maghnus, but it wasn’t universally popular. Several families had been wrangling to put their own sons in Callan’s position for the benefits of inheriting or siring the clan chiefdom. To mid the fact as well, several sons had been eager for Callan’s position for the purpose of sharing Teagan Nic Maghnus’ bed. Callan never denied, even to himself, that the girl was finely put together.

He did noticed that she was still absent from the hall however. Trust it to the daughter of Lord Maghnus to want to make an entrance.

As Callan approached his father and father-in-law-to-be, he was greeted by firm hand clasps by the both of them. Gioll, who would preside over the ceremony, managed a barely perceptible nod of the head by way of greeting. Callan wasn’t sure if it there was any ambiguity or hidden meaning there. He forced himself not to sigh as he took his place among the men. This wasn’t how he pictured this day going.

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan snapped at the servant helping her prepare herself for the feast, albeit a small feast for her betrothal. It wasn't that Callan was old or ugly, it was the simple fact that she was expected to marry him. Had her father given her a choice, picked the three that he thought would make the best husbands and lead the clan until the heir she birthed could take his rightful place as leader of the clan. Had she been given a choice, she might very well have chosen Callan. But to have it bandied about since she could remember. she would have at least liked the illusion that she had some choice.

Her maid said something and giggled. "What's so funny?" Teagan demanded.

"I should be all smiles if I were you." The girl repeated. "You'll soon have Callan Mac Conchoille in your bed. Ach, he can use my bosom as a pillow whenever he wants."

Before Teagan even knew what she was doing her hand flashed out to strike the girl. The girl clutched her cheek and cried. "Oh, Roisin, I'm so sorry." Teagan hugged her. "My nerves are rubbed raw with all this. My betrothal, my first Imbolc, my handfasting. Each falls fast upon the heels of the other." Teagan rocked the girl. "Believe me, if you could be Callan's bride in my place--you would have my blessing." Teagan sighed. "Finish my lacings, I can hear them all down there and I daren't delay so long that my mother or father comes to fetch me."

Teagan touched her hair, the braids were too tight and made her head itch. She sighed again. "Time for me to go." She went down the steps and into the great hall. Her mother went to her and took her hand, to keep her from running away, no doubt.

Teagan felt all eyes in the hall turn to look at her. She knew general opinion called her comely. Her hair was braided with green ribbons. Her choice of dress (made by her mother) was designed to seal that opinion. Deep green velvet and brocade set off her red hair and pale skin. The lacings held the dress tight to torso, before flaring at her hips to show her body to advantage. She was still young, but her body held much promise. Anyone looking at her mother could see the fine woman she would become.

Conversation momentarily halted at her entrance. She could feel her cheeks go pink at the attention. Teagan spotted Callan with the men and looked away. Her mother drew her on to where the women were sitting. Callan's mother rose to greet her, she kissed her on both cheeks. Teagan smiled, Callan's mother was easy to like. Conversations started up again.

Teagan wondered how long before the actual ceremony began. She found herself looking Callan's way again. Was he as nervous as she? he was stepping up in the world. He would sire a king and perhaps become one himself. She touched wood that her father live a long a vigorous life. She took a goblet of mead from one of the servants and sipped it not paying attention to the conversations going on a round her.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

The mood in the feast hall was quiet after Teagan made her appearance, with most of the guests murmuring expectantly. When Maghnus’ daughter strode into the hall, decked out in green brocade and exquisitely braided hair., Eoghan nudged Callan in the ribs as if to point out the truth of his earlier words. Callan admitted for the second time that Teagan was a fine looking girl. The look she gave him, before turning away and pointedly ignoring him, reassured Callan that his assumptions were correct

As Conchoille and Lord Maghnus took their places at the head of th feast hall, the servants of Maghnus’ household began serving goblets of wine to each of the guests. “Clann Soghain,” Maghnus called out as he took up his goblet. “I call you to bear witness. My daughter, Teagan of the Clann Soghain, having come of age, is now ready to take a husband. After long and careful consideration I have chosen to offer her hand to the son of the clan’s most trusted warrior, who was shown great promise in becoming a warrior in his own right, Callan Mac Conchoille.” The assembled clan members rapped their fists against the tables in applause.

Lord Maghnus motioned for silence and gestured for Conchoille to join him at the head of the hall. Callan’s father took his place and turned to address the clan. “Acting on behalf of my son,” he began, “I have negotiated the terms of the marriage, and the union of our two great families.”

Callan’s mind drifted as the two of them went on to numerate the details of the marriage contract, the size of the dowry, etc. He wondered if part of the discussion between the two fathers had included a clause for ritual infidelity. Callan knew that by this time tomorrow the festival of Imbolc would start, and he would assume his role as Lord of the Hunt. He wondered if he was the only husband that was going to start off his marriage by getting married to a goddess’ avatar.

Callan felt Eoghan nudge his ribs again, drawing attention to the fact the Gioll had taken position at the head of the hall. He held up his hands for silence, then indicated that both Teagan and Callan should join him. Callan made his way to stand in front of the druid without looking at Teagan, but he still managed to notice that she had done the same. They stood next to each other in front of the aged druid, and Callan’s mind jumped back to the conversation he had with Gioll earlier. It was a strange coincidence that he would be betrothed twice in the same day.

“Clann Soghain,” Gioll began, “I call on you to bear witness to the betrothal of one of your sons and one of your daughters.” He took their hands in his and murmured a brief prayer in the old tongue. He then took Teagan’s hand and placed it in Callan’s, who took a slow deep breath. Gioll gave both of them a small wink before reaching for a strip of white cloth. As he began to wind the embroidered cloth around the couple’s hands he addressed Callan. “Callan Mac Conchoille, do you vow to take this woman, Teagan Nic Maghnus, as your betrothed bride? That you will protect her honor as your own, and provide for her a new home? That you will be lord of her house and father of her daughters?”

“I will,” Callan said, trying to keep any twitch out of his voice.

Gioll turned his eyes toward Teagan. “And do you Teagan Nic Maghnus, vow to take this man, Callan Mac Conchoille, as your betrothed husband? That you will love and obey him? That you will well keep his home as lady of his house, and be mother to his sons?”

 

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Teagan tried to pay attention to the proceedings, if only to keep her eyes from going to Callan. She caught Eoghan Mac Cashel leering her way then speaking in Callan's ear. Probably bawdy talk of their wedding night.

Teagan had thought to be a virgin for she hadn't met any boys who could persuade her that a tumble in the hay was worth the bother. None stirred her heart. And soon she would be drawing down the moon and acting as the Goddess's vessel, and vesself or the seed of the God and then for her husband. The words stuck in her mind.

Teagan was roused from her reverie at the sound of her name. She reached for her cup and took a sip, too late realizing it would look like she was sending a toast to Callan as his name was spoken and the men set up a din pounding on the tables.

Teagan's mother took her hand and squeezed it, a bright smile on her face, as Teagan stood and walked to stand before the druid. Back erect, Teagan looked like a young queen. She was proud of herself that she didn't flinch when her hand was put in Callan's. Had Gioll actually winked at her? Were all men's minds stuck on the idea of her wedding night?

Teagan kept her eyes on the old druid not daring to look at Callan. Love? Obey? It was all Teagan could do to keep from harrumphing. Callan did not have to swear to love, nor obey. Why did she? How could she make this vow? Gioll spoke the words and waited for her to answer. Everyone was waiting for her to answer. Was her hand trembling, or was it Callan's. She took a deep breath. Aoengus help me, I am swearing a vow I cannot keep. "I will."

The room erupted with 'Huzzahs' and much thumping on the tables. Gioll beamed at the two.

"The bond is sealed." Gioll called out when things died down enough for him to be heard. He leaned toward the two, "Kiss."

Teagan turned her head and looked at Callan. She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. Was it a challenge, or was she bowing to the inevitable?

((Aoengus Mac Og is the Celtic God of Love and Youth. I suspect Teagan will be praying to him a lot over the next few weeks.))

 

[LongshanksSierra]

“Kiss.” Gioll commanded the pair, and Callan turned to face Teagan. While her lips were smiling, her eyes were most certainly not, and Callan momentarily reconsidered the wisdom of trying to kiss her. It was expected however, so Callan added his own brief smile before leaning down towards his newly betrothed.

Their lips barely touched before a resounding cheer rang through the hall followed by the din of fists and goblets being pounded on tables. Both of them started at the sound, and Callan wasn’t sure who broke off the kiss first. Teagan seemed eager for the excuse to back away, and although turning to face the rest of the hall required some coordination with their hands bound, the two of them managed. The din died down as Gioll raised his hands over the officially betrothed couple. “Blessings of the gods on Teagan and Callan,” he intoned touching them lightly on their respective shoulders. “And long live Clann Soghain!” he shouted raising his hands skyward.

The hall echoed “Clann Soghain!” with thunderous applause as many goblets were hoisted into the air.

Callan smiled and nodded towards the assembled families of the clan, but his thoughts were far from quiet. He was now all but bound in matrimony to Teagan Nic Maghnus, despite the fact that the actual ceremony was still days away. And what days those would be! Three days of Imbolc in which he, as Lord of the Hunt, would act as consort to the Bride of the Earth. Callan was having trouble adjusting to the idea that one day he would be husband to a god, and the next be husband to the heiress of the clan.

Interrupting his musings was the presence of Gioll’s head between the two of them, his voice rising so only the two of them could hear. “The gods would request that you curb your youthful desires until the actual marriage, despite the usual tendencies otherwise.”

Callan felt his collar tighten, and couldn’t look over at Teagan who no doubt was scowling. He was sure Gioll was intentionally goading him, knowing that Callan’s husbandly duties would lie elsewhere during Imbolc. Or perhaps the druid was merely providing a convenient excuse not to try to work his way into Teagan’s bed, as was customarily expected of young grooms.

“Clann Soghain,” Lord Maghnus called as he stepped onto the raised dias, “Now to celebrate this forthcoming union, and the impending festival of our gods, let us feast!”

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan raised her free hand to rest on Callan chest as they kissed. It might look like a gentle sweet gesture on her part, but she meant to keep him from turning the kiss into anything more than taken for the ceremony. It hadn't been necessary. As soon as their lips touched the cheer from the throng startled both of them.

When Gioll spoke the words meant only for them, she thought he was an old goat for saying such a thing. Her cheeks burned while her eyes narrowed in distaste.

She was relieved when Callan led her to the long table at the head of the hall. Again there was awkward maneuvering as people came to congratulate them thumping Callan's back and kissing Teagan's cheek. She tried to keep her composure, but it was impossible to ignore the ribaldry of Callan's friends.

Sitting at the table wasn't nearly so difficult a feat. As the food was passed, Teagan wondered how she was to eat bound as she was to Callan. How apt that it was not a metaphor. And yet she would play the vessel for the Lord himself ere Callan ever climbed on top of her.

No sooner had they settled themselves than someone began a chant of "kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Teagan again smiled with only her mouth and presented her cheek to her husband to be. Her father laughed and leaned over to Callan, "There was no time like the present for you to assert your will over your new bride. I am looking forward to many grandsons." He nudged the young man and toasted the pair again.

 

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((posted in error.))