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The old man was carefully groping his way around the stack, feeling it on all sides and counting the strips of turf in so loud a voice that Jon could hear him: O-n-e, t-w-o, three. Jon dismounted and, going over to Brandur, saluted him with a kiss. How are you? God bless you, said Brandur. And who may this be? Jon of Bakki, replied the visitor. Gudrun sends greetings. Ah, yes. And how is my Gunna?
"It may belong t' me, an' then again, it maybe don't. It ain' gunna git me in no trouble; I'll luk out f'r that. YOUR side's where the trouble is; that's what's eatin' into you. An' I'll tell you flat-foot, your gittin' rough 'ith me and playin' Charley the Show-Off in front o' yer lady- friends'll all go down in the bill.
This greatly pleased the old man. Gunna dear, he said, you always bring me something to cheer me up. Not many nowadays take the trouble to cheer the old man. No indeed. Any news? It's so long since you have been to see me, a year or more. No news everyone hasn't heard: hard times, shortage of hay, and worry everywhere. That is only to be expected.
Gunpowder was not really discovered until the fifteenth century, but long before this a kind of machine, or gun, for hurling great stones, or sometimes arrows, had been used. In the Middle Ages weapons of this sort were called by proper names, just as ships are now. A common name for them was the woman's name Gunhilda, which would be turned into Gunna for short.
As Turi could not write, Hongi made the ingenious suggestion that his moko, or face-tattoo, should be copied on the deed. This was done by a native artist. The document began as follows: "Know all men to whom these presents shall come, That I, Ahoodee O Gunna, King of Rangee Hoo, in the Island of New Zealand, have, in consideration of twelve axes to me in hand now paid by the Rev.
I could then let you have what miserable little property I have left, Gunna, my dear. And what about the hay, papa? Will you turn the hay over to us, the hay in the old stack? Everything depends on that. The hay! The hay! the old man said. Still harping on the hay the hay which doesn't amount to anything and cannot be of any real help.
There she found her father sitting on his bed, knitting a seaman's mitten, crooning an old ditty the while: Far from out the wilderness Comes raging the cold wind; And the bonds of heaven's king It doth still tighter bind. Gudrun leaned over her father and kissed him. Is that you, Gunna dear? he asked. Yes papa, she said, at the same time slipping a flask of brandy into the bosom of his shirt.
"Not so," said Allan confidently. "Our men would never return without truthfully knowing how it had fared with Earl Kenric. But what of the four galleys of Colonsay?" "They left for the north two days ago, and the men of Coll went some into the castle and some to their homes, leaving their ships at anchor in the shelter of the isle of Gunna."
"Gunna see the little lady home, are you?" he said graciously. "I was THINKIN' it was about time, m'self!" The salon door of the "Grand Suite" opened, above me, and at the sound, the youth started, springing back to see what it portended, but I ran quickly up the steps.
The men of Coll, thus warned, would not brook that the ships of Bute should touch at their island, so ere Kenric had yet arrived at Tiree they got their many galleys together, and joining with the forces of Earl Sweyn they stood off behind the little isle of Gunna, ready to make an onslaught upon the squadron that Kenric was leading.
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