Volume VII - Modernist Magazines Project

By Harold Frederic 87" They will be making peace with the English ? " the chiefdemanded." They will be keeping their tongues behind their teeth," saidthe other briefly.It was Turlogh's turn to nod comprehension." So it will be the end, then ! " he said, musing aloud. cc Wehave been true to God, and He will not restrain the hand of ourheretic enemies. I have been all my days loyal to my family ; Ihave withheld nothing in their service ; I have made my Dunbeekina tower of refuge for all my kinsmen when troublesassailed them, and when their own fathers and brothers sought theirlives—and now you do be seeing their gratitude. You have itfrom me, Goron, son of Tiarnan, there is not in Heaven nor onearth any thankfulness for good deeds rendered."Goron looked into his lord's sad old face and smiled. In statureand girth he might have been Turlogh's twin, but his garmentswere of the coarsest, and his skin was" burnt and tanned by thelife of a low-born man. His face, lean and pointed like the other's,was shrewd and bluntly single-minded. He stood well enoughwith his chief, these many years, to speak in freedom.u I know only what I am told about Heaven," he replied, u butthe earth I observe with my own eyes. Men will get nothinghere but what they can take with their right arm. You havemade no one afraid of you, Turlogh, son of Fineen. You havebelonged to no man's party, and marched with him to spoil andwaste all others. You speak the truth that your cousins foundrefuge in Dunbeekin from the wrath of their fathers. But it wastrue as well that these fathers would be coming next year to beprotected from the fury of their sons. Your walls were a strongshelter for them both, in their day of need, but they left when itwas safe to do so without thanks to you in their hearts. Theyhave