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them lads would be trusting their carcase, and that man should be a great terror when his temperās roused.
Michael
He should then. To Christy. And where was it, mister honey, that you did the deed?
Christy
Looking at him with suspicion. Oh, a distant place, master of the house, a windy corner of high, distant hills.
Philly
Nodding with approval. Heās a close man, and heās right, surely.
Pegeen
Thatād be a lad with the sense of Solomon to have for a potboy, Michael James, if itās the truth youāre seeking one at all.
Philly
The peelers is fearing him, and if youād that lad in the house there isnāt one of them would come smelling around if the dogs itself were lapping poteen from the dungpit of the yard.
Jimmy
Braveryās a treasure in a lonesome place, and a lad would kill his father, Iām thinking, would face a foxy divil with a pitchpike on the flags of hell.
Pegeen
Itās the truth theyāre saying, and if Iād that lad in the house, I wouldnāt be fearing the loosed kharki cutthroats, or the walking dead.
Christy
Swelling with surprise and triumph. Well, glory be to God!
Michael
With deference. Would you think well to stop here and be potboy, mister honey, if we gave you good wages, and didnāt destroy you with the weight of work?
Shawn
Coming forward uneasily. Thatād be a queer kind to bring into a decent quiet household with the like of Pegeen Mike.
Pegeen
Very sharply. Will you whisht? Whoās speaking to you?
Shawn
Retreating. A bloody-handed murderer the like of.ā āā ā¦
Pegeen
Snapping at him. Whisht I am saying; weāll take no fooling from your like at all. To Christy with a honeyed voice. And you, young fellow, youād have a right to stop, Iām thinking, for weād do our all and utmost to content your needs.
Christy
Overcome with wonder. And Iād be safe in this place from the searching law?
Michael
You would, surely. If theyāre not fearing you, itself, the peelers in this place is decent droughty poor fellows, wouldnāt touch a cur dog and not give warning in the dead of night.
Pegeen
Very kindly and persuasively. Let you stop a short while anyhow. Arenāt you destroyed walking with your feet in bleeding blisters, and your whole skin needing washing like a Wicklow sheep.
Christy
Looking round with satisfaction. Itās a nice room, and if itās not humbugging me you are, Iām thinking that Iāll surely stay.
Jimmy
Jumps up. Now, by the grace of God, herself will be safe this night, with a man killed his father holding danger from the door, and let you come on, Michael James, or theyāll have the best stuff drunk at the wake.
Michael
Going to the door with men. And begging your pardon, mister, what name will we call you, for weād like to know?
Christy
Christopher Mahon.
Michael
Well, God bless you, Christy, and a good rest till we meet again when the sunāll be rising to the noon of day.
Christy
God bless you all.
Men
God bless you. They go out except Shawn, who lingers at door.
Shawn
To Pegeen. Are you wanting me to stop along with you and keep you from harm?
Pegeen
Gruffly. Didnāt you say you were fearing Father Reilly?
Shawn
Thereād be no harm staying now, Iām thinking, and himself in it too.
Pegeen
You wouldnāt stay when there was need for you, and let you step off nimble this time when thereās none.
Shawn
Didnāt I say it was Father Reilly.ā āā ā¦
Pegeen
Go on, then, to Father Reilly, In a jeering tone. and let him put you in the holy brotherhoods, and leave that lad to me.
Shawn
If I meet the Widow Quin.ā āā ā¦
Pegeen
Go on, Iām saying, and donāt be waking this place with your noise. She hustles him out and bolts the door. That lad would wear the spirits from the saints of peace. Bustles about, then takes off her apron and pins it up in the window as a blind. Christy watching her timidly. Then she comes to him and speaks with bland good-humour. Let you stretch out now by the fire, young fellow. You should be destroyed travelling.
Christy
Shyly again, drawing off his boots. Iām tired, surely, walking wild eleven days, and waking fearful in the night. He holds up one of his feet, feeling his blisters, and looking at them with compassion.
Pegeen
Standing beside him, watching him with delight. You should have had great people in your family, Iām thinking, with the little, small feet you have, and you with a kind of a quality name, the like of what youād find on the great powers and potentates of France and Spain.
Christy
With pride. We were great surely, with wide and windy acres of rich Munster land.
Pegeen
Wasnāt I telling you, and you a fine, handsome young fellow with a noble brow?
Christy
With a flash of delighted surprise. Is it me?
Pegeen
Aye. Did you never hear that from the young girls where you come from in the west or south?
Christy
With venom. I did not then. Oh, theyāre bloody liars in the naked parish where I grew a man.
Pegeen
If they are itself, youāve heard it these days, Iām thinking, and you walking the world telling out your story to young girls or old.
Christy
Iāve told my story no place till this night, Pegeen Mike, and itās foolish I was here, maybe, to be talking free, but youāre decent people, Iām thinking, and yourself a kindly woman, the way I wasnāt fearing you at all.
Pegeen
Filling a sack with straw. Youāve said the like of that, maybe, in every cot and cabin where youāve met a young girl on your way.
Christy
Going over to her, gradually raising his voice. Iāve said it nowhere till this night, Iām telling you, for Iāve seen none the like of you the eleven long days I am
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