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Llyn roused herself to say: "No, no, Mr. Calhoun, you must not say that of him. His place may be in danger, but not his ladies. He has no promise of that.... And see, Mr. Calhoun, I want to say that, in any case, you have paid your debt, if you owe one to us. For a life taken you have given two lives to me and my girl. I speak as one who has a right to say it!
So they followed the eagle, who flew before them, though so high was he in the sky, it was often hard to mark his flight. At length he stopped above a deep pool in a river. 'Salmon of Llyn Llyw, he called, 'I have come to thee with an embassy from Arthur to inquire if thou knowest aught concerning Mabon the son of Modron? And the Salmon answered: 'As much as I know I will tell thee.
How should he know that the girl was Erris Boyne's daughter? although there were times when some gesture of Boyne, some quick look, some lifting of the eyebrows, brought back the memory of Sheila Llyn, as it did now. Since Dyck left his old home he had seen her twice; once at Loyland Towers, and once at her home in Limerick.
From that day to this I have been here, and I have never heard of the man for whom you inquire, except once when I went in search of food as far as Llyn Llyw. And when I came there, I struck my talons into a salmon, thinking he would serve me as food for a long time. But he drew me into the deep, and I was scarcely able to escape from him.
My father will not see me starve in prison, nor want for defence, though my attitude shall be 'no defence. So bring me decent food and some clothes, and send to me here Will McCormick, the lawyer. He's as able a man as there is in Dublin. Listen, Michael, you're not to speak of Mrs. Llyn and Miss Llyn as related to Erris Boyne.
The countenance of the woman fell. "I see you know something about the matter," said she; "there are very few hereabouts, though so near to the Vale of Clwyd, who know the word for salmon-trout in Welsh, I shouldn't have known the word myself, but for the song which says: Glan yw'r gleisiad yn y llyn." "And who wrote that song?" said I. "I don't know," said the woman.
And as the man on the bridge threw up his arm, Llyn answered the sign hoarsely: "God keep thee, son of Gruffydd!" he cried. Then as his sons closed in he turned on them sternly: "Remember, lads! who touches him touches me. Ah! steady now! Forward!" Even as they clattered on the bridge Tad's challenge and signal to his kinsmen rang out furiously: "The Wolf! The Wolf and Saint David!"
Good-bye God protect you!" he added, looking into Sheila's eyes. She looked at him with sorrow. Her lips opened but no words came forth. He passed on out of the garden, and presently they heard his horse's hoofs on the sand. "He is a great gentleman," said Mrs. Llyn. Her daughter's eyes were dry and fevered. Her lips were drawn. "We must begin the world again," she said brokenly.
Then he looked at Sheila. "I don't know ye," he said whisperingly, for his voice seemed suddenly to fail. "I don't know ye," he repeated, "but you look all right." "Well, I'm Sheila Llyn," the girl said, taking her hand from the old man's shoulder. "I'm Sheila Llyn, and I'm all right in a way, perhaps." The troubled, piercing eyes glanced from one to the other. "No relation?"
"Sure, you knew a vessel came from America last night. Well, in her was one that was called the Queen of Ireland long ago." "Queen of Ireland well, what then?" Dyck's voice was tuneless, his manner rigid, his eyes burning. "Well, she Miss Sheila Llyn and her mother are going to the Salem Plantation, down by the Essex Valley Mountain. It is her plantation now. It belonged to her uncle, Bryan Llyn.
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