1)
Meanwhile, in Ath Cliath…
“Old Cunning” Flann was a wizened Hibernian merchant of unknown but great age and legendary wiles, notorious for his swindles and financial successes. Ere the Norse came to Ath Cliath, …
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2)
…Flann had risen to become the largest landlord in the city, though he was still usually to be found in his “boneyard” or walled compound of high-heaped old junk salvaged for resale, as filthy as ever.
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After the One-Eyed King took the throne, Flann sold up, slowly and carefuilly disposing of his city properties at high prices. So when he died some days back, in his bed and apparently of old age, some folk…
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…set about looking for his fortune. And could find nothing. The strongbox under his bed contained only a whittled wooden likeness of two human hands making a rude gesture—not a single coin, rod, or gem.
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So what happened to it all? Those who knew Flann swear he’d not have had his wealth out of easy reach, and he sold buildings over the last handful of years for hundreds of thousands of skatt, so where is it?
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6)
The hunt is on. Flann’s rented rooms have already been stripped—floors, walls, and ceiling, leaving the landlord raging and the building sagging from all the damage.
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