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Ian knew all the Scotch lines, he had even full faith in the Caledonian when it was first proposed and could hardly win any attention. "Every one said a railway between England and Scotland would not pay, Mr. Ragnor," said Ian. "I would have said very different," replied Conall. "It would be certain to pay. Why not?"
The stranger then jeered at the men of Ulster because their great champion durst not keep his agreement, nor face the blow he should receive in return for the one he gave. The men of Ulster were utterly ashamed, but Conall Cearnach, who was present that night, made a new agreement with the stranger.
Boris is ten times more of a man than the best of them. No notice shall I take of this Celt." "Through thy scorn he may live, and even enjoy his life. The English officers do that." "This chicken is better than might be. Wilt thou have a little more of it?" "Enough is plenty. I have had enough. At Conall Ragnor's there is always good eating and I am going there for my supper. Wilt thou go with me?
That would do; for then they would not spoil two houses." "Tell thy father thy thought, and he will give thee thy answer; but why talk of the Future and the Maybe? The Now is the hour of the wise, so I will go upstairs and lay out some proper clothing and do thou get thy father to dress himself, as Conall Ragnor ought to do." "That may not be easy to manage." "Few things are beyond thy say-so."
If you and your sons will get me the brown horse of the king of Lochlann, you shall get the souls of your sons." "Why," said Conall, "should not I do the pleasure of the king, though there should be no souls of my sons in dread at all. Hard is the matter you require of me, but I will lose my own life, and the life of my sons, or else I will do the pleasure of the king."
Doubtless the Ragnors had been jarls in old Norwegian times, but in 1853 such memories had been forgotten, and Conall Ragnor was quite content with his reputation of being the largest trader in Orkney, and a very wealthy man. Physically he was of towering stature. His hair was light brown, and rather curly; his eyes large and bright blue, his face broad and rosy.
She was going to London first, and last, of all! Not long ago I found in a list of Orkney and Shetland literature several volumes by a Conall Ragnor, two of them poetry. But that just tended to certify a suspicion. Sixty years ago I had heard him repeat some Gallic poems and had known instinctively, though only a girl of eighteen, that the man was a poet.
"The Sea Gull may have hands; she has no tongue." "All that touches the Sea Gull is a thing by itself," cried pretty Astar Graff, whose husband was one of the Sea Gull's crew. "So, then, Astar, she takes her own at point and edge. That is her way, and her right," replied Ragnor. Thus up the narrow street, from one side or the other, Conall Ragnor was greeted.
"He is peerless in beauty, and his strength and courage are equal to his comeliness, and his chivalry and battle-splendour to his strength." "Nay, lad, it is not Conall Carnach, though the women of Ulla sicken and droop for the love of him. Verily, it is not Conall Carnach." Setanta examined curiously the great war-car.
It showed no further sign of fight, and at daybreak the magic beasts disappeared. As Laegire and Conall claimed that this test was an unfair one, Ailill sent the three rivals to Curoi of Kerry, a just and wise man, who set out to discover by wizardry and enchantments the best among the heroes.
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