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She was the daughter of Teigue, the son of Nuada from Faery, and her mother was Ethlinn. That is, her brother was Lugh of the Long Hand himself, and with a god, and such a god, for brother we may marvel that she could have been in dread of Morna or his sons, or of any one.
Steel had stolen a silent march upon them, on the soft, smooth grass; and now he was taking off his straw hat to Morna, and smiling with all urbanity as he held out his hand. But Morna had seen how his wife started at the sound of his voice, and her greeting was a little cool. "I meant the bicycling," he was quick enough to add; "not the independence, of course!"
"Oh, what a blessing you have come!" cried Morna, whose kind eyes discovered a tell-tale moisture. "Do please go up and convince Mrs. Steel that you can't be rearrested on a charge on which you have already been tried and acquitted!" "But of course you can't," said Langholm. "Who has put that into her head, Mrs. Woodgate?" "The place is hemmed in by police." "Since when?" asked Langholm, quickly.
Perhaps it was on Fionn's account he dreaded the sons of Morna, but no one knows what Fionn thought of him for he never thereafter spoke of his step-father. As for Muirne she must have loved her lord; or she may have been terrified in truth of the sons of Morna and for Fionn; but it is so also, that if a woman loves her second husband she can dislike all that reminds her of the first one.
"I will kill Goll mor mac Morna first, and after that I will kill Fionn, and after that I will kill every Fenian of the Fianna-Finn." "You may begin, Goll," said Fionn, "and I give you my blessing." Goll then strode forward to the fight, and the hag moved against him with equal alacrity. In a moment the heavens rang to the clash of swords on bucklers.
So every now and then whispers would go about that Miss Morton was the heroine or rather the villain of the piece, and these were sure ultimately to reach Miss Gattoni. And at Genoa they had actually been at the same table-d'hote with Tom Brady's sister nay, they had seen the Morna in the harbour.
"No," said Morna; "you see, I got engaged in the middle of it, and the week after the lists came out we were married." "What a career to have given up!" "I would give it up again," said Morna, with a warmer blush; and Rachel was left with a deeper envy. "I am afraid we shall have nothing in common," sighed Mrs. Steel, as they neared the house. "I have no education worthy the name."
"What my husband did," said Rachel, "was to lock the doors and refuse to let her out until she had begged my pardon." "I hope she did so," said Hugh Woodgate, with the emphasis which often atoned for the inadequacy of his remarks. "In about three minutes," replied Rachel, dryly, with some pride, but no triumph in her tone. Morna had not spoken. Now she took a quick step forward, her eyes brimming.
Then Hugh Woodgate gave the half boyish, half bashful laugh with which he was wont to preface his most candid sayings. "And I don't think it's any business of ours," he said. Morna went a trifle browner than she naturally was; her husband said so little that what he did say was often almost painfully to the point; and now Mrs.
"I will, lady," Nevan replied, grateful for her understanding. "Or a Traiti; some of the Palace Guard have given me good combat releases." "That will do." Morna smiled at him. "At least you haven't gone six months on the meds, the way you had when I first met you! But can you stay a little while? Our autochef bakes good cookies. Including chocolate chip."
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