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"Michael," he said at last, "if it's true what you've told me I don't see my way. Every step in front of me is black. To tell the whole truth is to bring fresh shame upon Mrs. Llyn and her daughter, and not to tell the whole truth is to take away my one chance of getting out of this trouble. I see that!"
Llyn nodded, and in a low tone told Sheila that she wished to be alone with Dyck for a little while. In Dyck's eyes, as he watched Sheila go, was a thing deeper than he had ever known or shown before. In her white gown, and with her light step, Sheila seemed to float away a picture graceful, stately, buoyant, "keen and small."
She had charm still, in a way as great as her daughter's. "I can see but, Mrs. Llyn, I have no hope. I am a man whom some men fear " "Lord Mallow!" she interjected. "He does not fear me. Why do you say that?" "I speak with a woman's intuition. I don't know what he fears, but he does fear you.
From the time he had taken the drink until he waked in the hands of the king's constables, he had no memory; but he was sure he had not killed Boyne. The fact that there was no blood on his sword was evidence. Nevertheless, he had been committed for trial. Mrs. Llyn was sorely troubled. She knew of her daughter's interest in Dyck Calhoun, and of Dyck's regard for Sheila.
My mammy used to say that the dukkeripen of every livin' thing comes true at last. "Is there anythink in the whole world," she would say, "more crafty nor one o' those old broad-finned trouts in Knockers' Llyn? But that trout's got his dukkeripen, an' it comes true at last.
I did not know of the rise of the Maroons." "In what direction did they go?" asked Dyck with anxiety, though his tone was even. Darius Boland pointed. "They went slightly northwest, and if they go as I think they meant to do, they would come back the way you came in." "They were armed?" Dyck asked sharply. "Yes, they were armed," was the reply. "Miss Llyn had a small pistol.
When she had finished, there was silence a long warm silence; then, at last, Mrs. Llyn rose to her feet. "Sheila, when shall we go?" With frightened eyes Sheila sprang up. "I said we must go to Dublin!" she murmured. "Yes, we will go to Dublin, Sheila, but it will be on our way to Uncle Bryan's home." Sheila caught her mother's hands.
On the road at his horse's feet Cedric lay and Rhys, and over yonder in the grass the other two. He swayed weakly as he looked, then slid from his saddle and stooping, kissed his cousins one by one, with those grim, silent figures looking on. He broke his sword across his knee his father, Gruffydd's sword and flung the pieces with an oath at Llyn.
As Mallow entered the grounds, the thought of Sheila Llyn crossed Dyck's mind, and the mental sight of her gladdened the eyes of his soul. For one brief instant he stood lost in the mind's look; then he stepped forward, saluted, shook hands with Mallow, and doffed his coat and waistcoat.
Unless he know something of him whom you seek, I cannot tell who may. However, I will guide you to the place where he is." So they went thither; and the Eagle said, "Salmon of Llyn Llyw, I have come to thee with an embassy from Arthur, to ask thee if thou knowest aught concerning Mabon the son of Modron, who was taken away at three nights old from his mother." "As much as I know I will tell thee.
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