Like a nation forced to sign its own book of condolences the video testaments continued relentlessly. Even on the happiest of occasions a camera’s lens can make you feel tongue-tied but imagine how it would make you feel at a moment like this.
You are twelve years old and the only person you know in the world has now decided that they are totally and utterly worthless. Worse than that, they have decided to destroy their entire life’s work page by page.
Inteachán was overwhelmed by the ferocity of Mac’s despair. He wouldn’t eat and she could hear him pacing his room in lonely anguish.
Inteachán eventually fell asleep to the sound of Mac sobbing.
Inteachán had said very little while the Rock Star outlined his insane plan. She looked scared but this was only a ruse. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back and the chair she was sitting was getting more and more uncomfortable.
Inteachán realised that by gently moving her thumbs together in a clockwise rotation she was able to loosen the cable tie that bound her hands.
By now the Rock Star had really lost the run of himself and was bounding around the room in his Cuban heels muttering about centuries of indignities finally being tallied up and taken for.
He wasn’t paying any attention to Inteachán and she realised that this was her chance.
‘What do you think will happen when I blow the horn?’ asked the Rock Star.
Inteachán didn’t reply.
‘The Summoning will begin,’ continued The Rock Star. ‘And once the Summoning has begun then there will be no stopping events.’ He smiled. ‘But you know all this, don’t you, because Mac has explained everything to you, hasn’t he?’
‘He has, replied Inteachán, ‘and I am now more convinced than ever that he was right.’
The Rock Star frowned.
‘I’m not going to argue with you, Inteachán,’ he replied. ‘I’m going to tell you the truth about what is really happening and then,’ he paused dramatically, ‘I am going to have to have you killed.’