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Updated: June 23, 2025
'Take as many as you plaze, says the king; and sure enough, my dear, the little waiver stuffed his tin clothes as full as they could howld with them. 'Now, I'm ready for the road, says the waiver. 'Very well, says the king; 'but you must have a fresh horse, says he. 'With all my heart, says the waiver, who thought he might as well exchange the miller's owld garron for a betther.
I mind that there was a raven above us in the morning air, and his vindictive croak-croak was the only living sound that came to us as we marched. At the burn I saw the track of the garron where he had crossed in the night, and at the burnside Dan stopped.
"I am after breaking my heart riding this ass of a horse; but will you give me the limping white garron for him?" "No," said the prince; "it would be a bad business for me."
He was a giant in build a man whose big hands and feet moved slowly but surely; a man who avoided making intimate friendships and was both proud and rich proud of his goods and chattels of his vast grazing lands and his livestock proud too, of his big stone farmhouse with its ancient courtyard flanked by his stone barns and his entrance gate whose walls were as thick as those of some feudal stronghold; proud, too, of his wife a plump little woman with a merry eye and whom he never suspected of being madly infatuated with his young farm hand, Garron.
Years passed and the boy grew up on the marsh, tolerated by Garron and idolized and spoiled by Julie years that transformed the black-eyed baby into a wiry, reckless young rascal of sixteen with all the vagabond nature of his father straight and slim, with the clear-cut features of a gypsy.
As he returned my bonjour, his woman, Julie, appeared in the low doorway of the hut and grinned a greeting to me across the fork of the stream. She impressed me as being young, though she was well on in the untold forties. Her mass of fair hair her ruddy cheeks her blue eyes and her thick strong body, gave her the appearance of youthful buxomness. Life must be tough enough with a man like Garron.
It was thus the miser, Garron, found his mate. Julie proved to be a fair cook, and the two lived together, at the beginning, in comparative peace. Although it was not until days after the fête at Avelot that she managed to hold him to his promise about the blue dress, he sent her to Pont du Sable for her shoes the day after their arrival on the marsh she bought them and they hurt her.
"It is a poor place to get fat in, your Paris! They don't feed you any too well hein? Those grand restaurants you talk so much about. Pouf!" "Penses-tu?" added the girl, since Garron did not reply. Instead he lighted a fresh cigarette, took two long puffs from it, and threw it on the floor. The girl, angered at his silence and lack of courage, gave him a vicious glance.
'That is right, that is a fair price, but I will not speak till I have good protection, for if the Dermotts lay their hands upon me in any boreen after sundown, or in Cool-a-vin by day, I will be left to rot among the nettles of a ditch, or hung on the great sycamore, where they hung the horse-thieves last Beltaine four years. And while he spoke he tied the reins of his garron to a bar of rusty iron that was mortared into the wall.
Garron had studied her shrewdly, singling her out in the group of village girls laughing with their sweethearts. The girl he nudged he saw did not belong to the village moreover, she was barefooted, mischievously drunk, and flushed with riding on the wooden horses. She was barely eighteen.
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