Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 11 ‘From the Sea’

Mac cleared his throat, opened his Miscellanea and started reading.

‘Fomhóire means ‘from the sea’ and is the name given to the divine powers, or gods of night, death and cold. The Fomhóire were misshapen and were believed to have the heads of goats and bulls. They also were believed to have only one leg and one arm each, and these grew out of the middle of their chests. The Fomhóire were the ancestors of the evil faeries and, according to legend, of all misshapen persons. The giants and leprechauns are also said to belong to the Fomhóire.’

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 10 ‘Fomhóire’

Mac stopped reading. He turned to Inteachán.

‘Every civilisation has its own names for spirits and faeries and demons and balrogs and wights. Here we have always tended to use the word ‘Fomhóire.’’

Mac smiled.

‘We have always known them this way but I now know them as another – the NotBeSpeak.’

‘But what are they?’ asked Inteachán. ‘I don’t understand.’

Mac smiled again.

‘How could you?’ he said kindly. ‘They are Everything and Nothing at once. All and Nought together.’

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 9 ‘Cataclysm’

‘Every infection needs a host,’ said Mac, ‘and the NotBeSpeak need the biggest host of all; the world.’

‘How do we stop them?’ asked Inteachán.

‘How do you stop them,’ Mac corrected her. ‘I am old and my days of fighting inter-dimensional demons intent upon cataclysm are long gone.’

‘How do I stop them?’

‘They can only be stopped by preventing them from taking their final form.’

Mac smiled sadly.

‘If we know what final form they wish to take then that is how we can stop them.’

He paused.

‘But, I am only now beginning to understand what form their final form will take.’

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 8 ‘The What-be-Speak?’

It was growing dark outside. Inteachán pulled the curtains over the window. In the orange glow of the lamp Mac looked even more ancient than normal. Inteachán sat down on the small footstool in front of the fire.

‘What are the What-Be-Speak?’ she asked.

‘Not ‘What,” Mac replied, ‘but Why.’

He looked into the distance.

‘I have spent my whole adult life searching for an answer to that question. I am no closer to the answer now than I was when I started.’

He blew his nose vigorously.

‘In fact, I’m probably further away today than I have ever been.’

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 7 ‘A Sighing Sound’

Everyone said that it was a gas leak that caused the explosion that destroyed No. 23 Wolseley Close but Inteachán and Professor Mac an Bhaird know better.

‘Do you remember hearing anything just before the explosion?’ asked Mac. ‘Think carefully.’

‘I think I remember a sighing sound,’ replied Inteachán. ‘Like a sigh that got louder and started to scream.’

‘‘Fomhóire,’ Mac said softly. ‘The NotBeSpeak.’

‘The What-be-Speak?’ said Inteachán.

‘They walk among us,’ replied Mac. ‘Since the start of Time and even before.’

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 6 ‘You may call me Mac’

It was Professor Mac an Bhaird who heard Inteachán sobbing late on that awful evening.

Who left his door open in case she needed someone. Who woke to find Inteachán curled up asleep at the end of his narrow bed. Who smiled and didn’t speak. Who allowed Inteachán to just sit. Until she was ready to talk.

‘You may call me Mac,’ he said kindly.

Now they talk all the time.

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 5 ‘The Song of the NotBeSpeak’

The NotBeSpeak will not be spoken of. They are the space between the words. Not the words themselves. The pause before the sentence. The sigh that follows. The NotBeSpeak are ancient. Timeless. Dangerous. Alien. The NotBeSpeak are shapeless. Always shifting. Drifting outside of definition. Beyond boundaries. The NotBeSpeak are not evil. This is not a word for them. No words really are. The NotBeSpeak need shape now. They need form to form their dismal plan. The NotBeSpeak seek a host. Like a vacuum needs a vessel to empty. Blood needs a wound to drain. Darkness needs a light to extinguish.

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 4 ‘Mac an Bhaird’s Miscellanea’

Only one person knows about Inteachán and her flat and that is Professor Amhalgaidh Mac an Bhaird who lives in the flat next door.

Professor Mac an Bhaird is elderly now, almost ancient. He is an Honorary Fellow and Professor Emeritus of Trinity College.

Professor Mac an Bhaird has devoted his life to the study of what he likes to call the ‘small things that we forget to remember very quickly.’ He sits in his armchair all day working on his life’s work, Mac an Bhaird’s Miscellanea. Over thirty-three thousand dusty pages.

His handwriting is terribly terribly tiny.

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 3 ‘Inteachán Lives Alone’

Inteachán lives alone in a small flat that overlooks Front Square in Trinity College, Dublin. The flat has belonged to Inteachán’s family for a long long time. Since 1794.

When the rest of her family were lost to the NotBeSpeak it was the obvious place for Inteachán to hide. The only place. That was two years ago. Inteachán has been living there ever since.

You tend to grow up quickly when you lose everyone you know. You become self-dependent straightaway. You rely upon yourself before you rely upon others.

You will become quite quite fearless.

Inteachán is quite quite fearless.

Inteachán – Book One: The Song of the NotBeSpeak 1: 2 ‘Or else the world will end’

This is the story of a twelve year-old girl called Inteachán and the things she does.

Inteachán does these things because she is very good at doing them. You might say that she was born to do them.

Inteachán does these things because she has to. Or else the world will end. Simple as.

Which is lucky because if she didn’t then we wouldn’t be here reading about the things she does.

The things that Inteachán does are also secret. They have to be.

Do you really think that the world would let a twelve year-old girl save it from destruction?