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"I'm allowing it." "You've no cause to do other." "Devil a bit I'm denying it," Asgill replied more amicably; and, as far as he could, he cleared his face. "It's not that you're not welcome. Not at all, Major! Sure, and I'll answer for it, my friend, The McMurrough is glad to welcome any English gentleman, much more one of your reputation." "Truth, and I am," The McMurrough assented.
Outside, Ireland grew to be more and more the Ireland of the natives. Art McMurrough ruled over his own country triumphantly till his death, and levied tribute right and left with even-handed impartiality upon his neighbours.
And The McMurrough sure it's certain death, and who's blaming him, but he's no stomach for it. And whirra, whirra, on that the man says he'll be telling it in Tralee that he'd not meet him, and as far as Galway City he'll cut his comb for him! Ay, bedad, he says that, and that none of his name shall show their face there, night or day, fair or foul, race or cockfight the bloody-minded villain!"
With an army nearly as large as before, and with vast supplies of stores and arms, he landed at Waterford in 1399. This time Art McMurrough quietly awaited his coming in a wood not far from the landing-place. He had only 3,000 men about him, so prudently declined to be drawn from that safe retreat of the assailed. The king and his army sat down on the outskirts of the wood.
"There could be no better place than one of the towers," The McMurrough suggested, "for keeping them safe, bedad!" "And why'll they be safer there than in the house?" Uncle Ulick asked suspiciously. He looked from one speaker to another with a baffled face, trying to read their minds. He was sure that they meant more than they said.
"Just as a bad Protestant makes a bad Irishman," the Colonel returned, with another of those glances which seemed to prove that the old man was not quite put off. The McMurrough was silenced. But the cudgels were taken up in an unexpected quarter.
But, mad or sane, he was like, they feared, to be the cause of sad misunderstanding in the country round. The McMurrough, of a harder and less generous nature than his companions, felt more contempt than wonder. The man had insulted him grossly, and had apologised as abjectly; that was his view of the incident. And he was the first to break the silence.
The McMurrough said, in a jeering tone, with his eye on the Colonel. "Pho!" the man replied. "And I that have heard the young mistress sing it a score of times!" "Ay, but not in this company!" The McMurrough rejoined. Colonel John looked round the table. "If you mean," he said quietly, "that I am a loyal subject of King George, I am that.
"Quit this fooling, this plan of a rising, and give him no handle. That, any way." "But that won't rid us of him?" McMurrough said, in a low voice. "True for you. And I'll be thinking about that same. If it is to be done, it's best done soon I'm with you there. He's no footing yet, and if he vanished 'twould be no more than if he'd never come. See the light below? There! It's gone.
"But I cannot go," the Colonel answered, as gently as before. "And why?" the man returned. The McMurrough was not of the speakers, but stood behind them, glowering at him with a dark face. "Because," the Colonel answered, "I am in my duty here, my friends. And the man who is in his duty can suffer nothing." "He can die," the man replied, breathing hard.
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