"Glory be to God! but that's wondherful all out. Well, we'll!" "Ay, an' Beal Deig, or the Red Mouth, is still livin'." "Livin! why, is he a man of our own time?" "Our own time! The Lord help you! It's more than a thousand years since he made the prophecy. The case you see is this: he an' the ten thousand witnesses are lyin' in an enchanted sleep in one of the Montherlony mountains."