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Updated: June 8, 2025
"'Tis nowhere else at all now but on the flag, but time was, long, long years ago, when the harp itself was played on Tara's hill. And in those days there were poets to praise Ireland, and singers to sing her songs. And here they will be telling of those days, and singing those songs. Come and listen.
You will always know, if you take Finn, that Tara was not ungrateful to you. As for me, I know very well you will never suspect me of ingratitude." "It is very, very good of you, and I shall be delighted, delighted to have one of Tara's children." And then the visitor stopped, gazing thoughtfully at the puppies.
Now, lying on his back, with the Complete and Classic Preceptor before him, he soothed himself with such music "as washes the every-day dust from the soul." For a pipe of three holes, his instrument had a remarkable compass; melody followed melody "The Harp that Once through Tara's Hall," "She is Far from the Land," "In Death I shall Calm Recline," and other popular pieces.
"I am truly," he said: and she, sitting where his father had sat, unfolded Tara's letter and the bangle lay revealed. Roy had not guessed how surprised she would be and how pleased! She gave a little quick gasp and murmured something he could not catch. Then she looked at him with shining eyes, and her voice had its low serious note that stirred him like music.
And then, one evening when Tara's smouldering jealousy broke forth in Tarrano's presence and Elza uttered an involuntary cry of fear, Tara was summarily removed. Elza was left practically alone; until at length came this night when invading the privacy of her sleeping room, Tarrano awakened her. He sat now upon the edge of her couch. "I have a confession to make to you, Lady Elza."
And he began by asking how she had so carelessly run away with only a pair of moccasins on her feet and no clothes but the thin garments she was wearing. "They were in Tara's pack, Sakewawin," she explained, her eyes glowing like sleepy pools in the fireglow. "They were lost." He began then to tell her about Father Roland.
As the first glow of pleasure subsided, there sprang the instinctive thought "Won't Mummy be pleased!" And straightway he was caught afresh in the toils of his dilemma How could he possibly explain ? What was she doing? Why didn't she come ? There ! His ear caught far-off footsteps too heavy for hers. He slipped off the Bracelet, folded it in Tara's letter and tucked it away inside his shirt.
And at sight of it there sprang to memory that unforgotten day of May, the fight with Joe; Tara's bracelet, still treasured in his letter-case, even as Tara treasured the "broidered bodice," in a lavender-scented sachet, set apart from mere blouses and scarves.... And again that troublesome voice within urged "What an utter fool you are running away from them all."
At length one day, when the sun was shining brightly over Tara's plain, and its light, softened by the intervening curtains, was falling in the sick chamber, the royal watchers noticed a sweet change coming over the face of the princess; the bloom of love and youth were flushing on her cheeks, and from her eyes shone out the old, soft, tender light, and they began to hope she was about to be restored to them, when suddenly the room was in darkness as if the night had swept across the sky, and blotted out the sun.
She dashed into heavy chords, played lightly a delicate movement, and then broke into an Irish air, "The Harp that once through Tara's Halls." From one Irish melody to another her light fingers wandered. She played with perfect correctness with fire, with spirit. Soon she forgot herself. When she stopped, tears were running down her cheeks.
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