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And they were singing much better now than when Lusmore heard them first, for they had the song now as he had improved it for them, and they were singing: Da Luan, da Mort, Da Luan, da Mort, Da Luan, da Mort, Augus da Cadine.
It was very soft at first, and he had to listen hard to catch it at all. Then it sounded clearer, and after a little he could tell that there were fiddlers and pipers. Then he thought that he could hear the feet of dancers, and finally singers, and he could hear the words of the song that they sang. And these were the words: Da Luan, da Mort, Da Luan, da Mort, Da Luan, da Mort.
She could perform on the lute; she could play chess; and she had a knowledge of books and of painting. There was nothing that she did not understand." Old lady Chia eagerly chimed in. I've already guessed the denouement. There's no doubt that Wang Hsi-feng asks for the hand of this Miss Ch'u Luan." "Your venerable ladyship must really have heard the story before," the singing-girl smiled.
One day, he was overtaken by a heavy shower of rain and he betook himself into a village for shelter. Who'd have thought it, there lived in this village, one of the gentry, of the name of Li, who had been an old friend of his honour old Mr. Wang, and he kept Mr. Wang junior to put up in his library. This Mr. Li had no son, but only a daughter. This young daughter's worthy name was Ch'u Luan.
"Then he kept on singing all the words, along with the singers inside the rath, adding on his own new line every time: Da Luan, da Mort, Da Luan, da Mort, Da Luan, da Mort, Augus da Cadine. "And that means: 'Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday too.
Strange coincidence Chia Cheng was in madame Wang's apartments consulting with her upon some matter or other, and Chin Ch'uan-erh, Ts'ai Yun, Ts'ai Feng, Ts'ai Luan, Hsiu Feng and the whole number of waiting-maids were all standing outside under the verandah.
Thus came pursued and pursuers to Gairec, close by Athlone the Ford of Luan and the wooded shore of the great Lough Ree. There was fought a battle hardly less fatal to victors than to vanquished, for though the hosts of Meave were routed, yet Concobar's men could not continue the pursuit.
Still more eastward, LUAN has, differently from the last-mentioned islands, an extensive reef; it is steep outside, and within there is a depth of twelve feet; from these facts, it is impossible to decide to which class this island belongs.
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