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Updated: May 14, 2025
When the ground-car drivers started back to Tara, Sean O'Donohue was a small, rigid embodiment of raging death and destruction held only temporarily in leash. On the way, even his companions of the committee were uneasy. But one of them, now and again, brought out a small piece of whitish rock and regarded it incredulously. It was not an unusual kind of rock. It was ordinary milky quartz.
It was then, just after the Master heard that little bleating cry which told of new life in the world, that Tara, with infinite care and precaution, lowered her great bulk upon the bed in a coil she had been standing the centre of which was occupied by four glossy Irish Wolfhound puppies, who had arrived respectively at ten, eleven, twelve, and half-past twelve that night.
When they arrived they found the Tara dressed in flags, from truck to deck; Lady Nora stood on the platform of the boarding-stairs, and the crew were mustered amidships. "Your eminence," cried Lady Nora, "you should have a salute if I knew the proper number of guns." "My dear lady," said the cardinal, taking off his hat, "the Church militant does not burn gunpowder, it fights hand to hand.
Out of the darkness behind Tara came a growl. "Baree, by thunder!" muttered David in amazement. "He's made up with the bear, Marge! What do you think of that?" At the sound of his voice Baree came to him and flattened himself at his feet. David laid a hand on his head. "Boy!" he whispered softly. "And they said you were an outlaw, and would join the wolves...."
I believe it is far enough down for a fire. And if it is impossible for you to ride Tara I'm going to carry you!" "You can't, Sakewawin" she sighed, letting her head touch his arm for a moment. "It is more difficult to carry a load down a mountain than up. I can walk." Before he could stop her she had begun to descend.
In the dimness it was easier, though difficult at best. But all day he had been aware of Tara longing to hear; unable to ask; too sensitive on his account; too proud on her own. Sir James and Lady Despard were dining, to honour the event: and if Sir James had needed 'squaring' no one heard of it. Jeffers had arrived, large and genial his thatch of hair thinned a little and white as driven snow.
It is seldom indeed that a subject can beat a king at chess, and this monarch was properly amazed. "Who are you at all?" he cried, starting back from the chessboard and staring on Fionn. "I am the son of a countryman of the Luigne of Tara," said Fionn.
The Tara brooch is a perfect museum in itself of the jeweller's art. It is ornamented with enamel, with jewels set in silver, amber, scroll filigree, fine chains, Celtic tracery, moulded glass nearly every branch of the art is represented in this one treasure, which was found quite by accident near Drogheda, in 1850, a landslide having exposed the buried spot where it had lain for centuries.
And as he withdrew it from the last position the kaldane rolled lifeless from its stumbling rykor and Turan sprang quickly down the steps to engage the next behind, and then Ghek had drawn Tara upward and a turn in the stairway shut the battling panthan from her view; but still she heard the ring of steel on steel, the clank of accouterments and the shrill whistling of the kaldanes.
"Who are you?" she flung at him, as if she had not already heard his name. "Why are you here? What business have you going up there to the Nest?" "I don't like that bear," said David dubiously, as the grizzly made a slow movement toward him. "Tara won't hurt you," she said. "Not unless you put your hands on me, and I scream. I've had him ever since he was a baby and he has never hurt any one yet.
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