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Updated: June 8, 2025
"All the power you want, if you'll only do that; and your voice will be as sweet as 'the harp that once in Tara's halls " "Never moind the harp Sassenach here's what we can do. Tim Hussey is Oswald's orderly; he and I are good friends.
But after a little time the Master seemed to make a point of discouraging this, even to the extent of resting a hand lightly upon Tara's collar as she walked beside him; and, gradually, she herself lost inclination for the sport, except where greatly tempted, as by a rabbit's jumping suddenly for its burrow close beside her.
She flung back her head, and he thought of a wonderful golden-bronze flower. He heard her laugh, and cry out to Tara, and when the grizzly climbed up a bit of steep slide she leaned forward and became a part of the bear's back, her curls shimmering in the thick ruff of Tara's neck.
Resolute, she stood there, and would brook no interference with her purpose. Wolfgar and I withdrew a pace or two and stood watching them. Tara's breast was heaving with her pent emotion. She sat drooping on the divan, her face buried in her hands. Elza said gently: "Why did you do that, Tara?" There was no answer; only the woman's catching breath as she struggled with her sobs.
The walls were paneled to a height of about seven feet from the floor, while the plaster above and the ceiling were decorated with faded paintings of another day. As Tara's eyes ran quickly over the interior her attention was drawn to a section of paneling that seemed to be separated at one edge from the piece next adjoining it.
Now, in the evening of the day which brought strong hints of coming autumn with it, Finn lay beside Tara in the outside den, thinking lazily of an upland meadow, with a copse at its far end, which he meant to hunt presently. Suddenly there came a sound of a man's footfall on the gravel beyond the gateway and in front of the house. Tara's nostrils quivered as her head rose.
Her great love had burst her heart in sunder, and so she died, the very noble daughter of an ancient, noble line. To Finn it seemed that life was never the same after the evening of Tara's death. He did not know, of course, that changes had been set afoot during many months before his mother's end came. And in a way he was right; life never was quite the same for him.
If pups are consistently nourished, and get no chills and no damp and no infection, there's no earthly reason why they should ever have distemper. At least, that's how we've found it." So the fawn dog whelp went, and Finn stayed with the grey bitch pup, and Tara's family was thus reduced to two.
In the darkness he could not see whether there were the imprints of other sandals than Tara's only that the dust was disturbed and when it led him into gloomy corridors he lost the trail altogether. A perfect labyrinth of passages and apartments were now revealed to him as he hurried on through the deserted quarters of O-Mai.
But glowing reports were received of Tara's happiness in her new home, with its extensive grounds and generous management; and, though Tara was never forgotten one does not forget such a mother of heroes, when one has bred her and nursed her through mortal illness her Master had ceased to grieve about her or to feel self-reproachful about having parted with her.
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