Volume VII - Modernist Magazines Project

90 The Truce of the Bishop" No other," answered Goron." But what land will he be making ? " pursued the chief,knitting his brows in perplexity as he watched the craft driftinginland. " There is no foothold for him in all Muinteravoira."" 'Tisnot Muinteravoira, or any land of the Dalys orSullivans>he will be touching. His Lordship will be coming to you. Thepriest gave me that word."The Lord of Dunbeekin bent a stern, searching gaze upon hisman.u I will not think you have a trap laid for me, Goron shuileacb"he said, gravely." You will not think it, O'Mahony," responded the other, withproud candour. " It would put too much shame upon you, andupon me also, to think that evil thought."" I will ask your forgiveness," said Turlogh, hastily. cc Thereis no sleep for me, here in the rocks, and I am very tired. Comewith me now, to the place where my people are gathered."The pale sunlight had lost itself before this in the veil of mistyhaze drawn over the sky above the line of the distant westermpeaks. The mountain-side lay in the shadowless, tranquil approachesof twilight; silent for a long time, save that from pointto point, along its vast terraced expanse of cliffs and moorland,there rose at intervals the trumpeting of an ox-horn—flat, yetsonorous. Sounds of rustling through the heather and scrub-furzebegan to make themselves heard. Then came louder and moreconfident noises, the shouting of men above the rest.The first stars, twinkling forth through the smoky residueof sunset, saw a long cavalcade descending by a tortuous brokenpath the rough face of Gabriel. They came on down throughthe growing darkness—bareheaded men, wild-faced and savage ofattire, leading horses laden with household goods ; boys and youths,of