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Updated: May 4, 2025
Many a wager has been laid as to which is the handsomest you or she; an' I know hundreds that 'ud give a great deal to see you both beside one another." "Indeed, an' she has it then," said Mave, "far an' away, in face, in figure, an' in everything." "I don't think so," he replied; "but at any rate not in everything not in the heart, dear Mave not in the heart."
And the court leeches were summoned to attend her, but she died that very night, and it was not until a green mound, worthy of a queen of Erin, had been raised over her grave that the Princess Mave told her father of the wickedness of her stepmother.
"Willing, O king!" answered Congal. "It is well," said the king. "We shall all meet again to-night in our banquet-hall." And the king, with the Princess Mave on his arm, attended by his bards and Druids, entered the palace, and the chiefs and nobles went their several ways.
Saiver of Airth, Mave, darlin', won't you spake to me, to your own mother?" "Maybe I did spake to her too severely," said the father, now relenting, "an' if I did, may God forgive me; for sure you know, Bridget, I wouldn't injure a hair of my darlin's head. But this blood! this blood! oh, where did it come from?"
"Well, thin, if you stop a minute or two, I'll be part o' the way wid you. I have somethin' to mention as we go along." "Very well, then," replied Mave; "make as much haste as you can, Nelly, for I'm in a hurry;" and an expression of melancholy settled upon her countenance as she spoke.
Mave appeared more pale and dejected than they had ever yet seen her, and it was noticed by one or two of the family, that she had been occasionally weeping in some remote corner of the house where she thought she might do so without being observed. "Mave, dear," said her father, "what is the matter wid you? You look, darlin', to be in very low spirits to-day. Were you cryin'?"
"He was pretty well broke wid me, I know," replied Denis, "and I'm afear'd you've given him into the hands of some one that knows little about horses. Mave," he shouted, passing the kitchen door, "here's Father Finnerty go in, Docthor, and put big Brian Buie out o' the corner; for goodness sake Exltimnicate him from the hob an' sure you have power to do that any way."
"Mave," he proceeded, in a voice filled with melancholy and sadness, "you acknowledged that you loved me." She looked at him, and that look moved him to the heart. "I know you do love me," he proceeded, "and now, dear Mave, the thought of that fills my heart with sorrow."
At length Mave, by her singular activity and speed reached her lover, into whose arms she actually ran, just as Henderson had come within about half a dozen yards of the spot where she met him.
These circumstances were such precisely as he could have wished for, and our readers need scarcely be told that he failed not to aggravate her jealousy of Mave, nor to suggest to her the necessity on her part, if she possessed either pride or spirit, to prevent her union with Dalton by every means in her power.
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