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/* A Legend of Knockmany */
var chapter0="What Irish man, woman, or child has not heard of the great and glorious Fin M\'Coul? Not one, from Cape Clear to the Giant\'s Causeway, nor from that back again to Cape Clear.  And, by-the-way, speaking of the Giant\'s Causeway brings me at once to the beginning of my story.  Well, it so happened that Fin and his men were all working at the Causeway, in order to make a bridge across to Scotland; when Fin, who was very fond of his wife Oona, took it into his head that he would go home and see how the poor woman got on in his absence.  So, accordingly, he pulled up a fir-tree, and, after lopping off the roots and branches, made a walking-stick of it, and set out on his way to Oona. ";

var chapter1="Oona, or rather Fin, lived at this time on the very tip-top of Knockmany Hill, which faces a cousin of its own called Cullamore, that rises up, half-hill, half-mountain, on the opposite side.  There was at that time another giant, named Cucullin--some say he was Irish, and some say he was Scotch.  No other giant of the day could stand before him; and such was his strength, that, when well vexed, he could give a stamp that shook the country about him.  The fame and name of him went far and near; and nothing in the shape of a man, it was said, had any chance with him in a fight. ";

var chapter2="By one blow of his fists he flattened a thunderbolt and kept it in his pocket, in the shape of a pancake, to show to all his enemies, when they were about to fight him.  Undoubtedly he had given every giant in Ireland a considerable beating, barring Fin M\'Coul himself; and he swore that he would never rest, night or day, winter or summer, till he would serve Fin with the same sauce, if he could catch him.  However, the short and long of it was, with reverence be it spoken, that Fin heard Cucullin was coming to the Causeway to have a trial of strength with him; and he was seized with a very warm and sudden fit of affection for his wife, poor woman, leading a very lonely, uncomfortable life of it in his absence. ";

var chapter3="He accordingly pulled up the fir-tree, as I said before, and having made it into a walking-stick, set out on his travels to see his darling Oona on the top of Knockmany, by the way.  In truth, the people wondered very much why it was that Fin selected such a windy spot for his dwelling-house, and they even went so far as to tell him as much.  \"What can you mane, Mr.  M\'Coul,\" said they, \"by pitching your tent upon the top of Knockmany, where you never are without a breeze, day or night, winter or summer, and where you\'re often forced to take your nightcap without either going to bed or turning up your little finger; ay, an\' where, besides this, there\'s the sorrow\'s own want of water?\" ";

var chapter4="\"Why,\" said Fin, \"ever since I was the height of a round tower, I was known to be fond of having a good prospect of my own; and where the dickens, neighbors, could I find a better spot for a good prospect than the top of Knockmany? As for water, I am sinking a pump, and, plase goodness, as soon as the Causeway\'s made, I intend to finish it.\"  Now, this was more of Fin\'s philosophy; for the real state of the case was, that he pitched upon the top of Knockmany in order that he might be able to see Cucullin coming towards the house. ";

var chapter5="All we have to say is, that if he wanted a spot from which to keep a sharp look- out--and, between ourselves, he did want it grievously--barring Slieve Croob, or Slieve Donard, or its own cousin, Cullamore, he could not find a neater or more convenient situation for it in the sweet and sagacious province of Ulster.  \"God save all here!\" said Fin, good-humouredly, on putting his honest face into his own door. ";

var chapter6="\"Musha, Fin, avick, an\' you\'re welcome home to your own Oona, you darlin\' bully.\"  Here followed a smack that is said to have made the waters of the lake at the bottom of the hill curl, as it were, with kindness and sympathy.  Fin spent two or three happy days with Oona, and felt himself very comfortable, considering the dread he had of Cucullin.  This, however, grew upon him so much that his wife could not but perceive something lay on his mind which he kept altogether to himself.  Let a woman alone, in the meantime, for ferreting or wheedling a secret out of her good man, when she wishes.  Fin was a proof of this. ";

var chapter7="\"It\'s this Cucullin,\" said he, \"that\'s troubling me.  When the fellow gets angry, and begins to stamp, he\'ll shake you a whole townland; and it\'s well known that he can stop a thunderbolt, for he always carries one about him in the shape of a pancake, to show to any one that might misdoubt it.\"  As he spoke, he clapped his thumb in his mouth, which he always did when he wanted to prophesy, or to know anything that happened in his absence; and the wife asked him what he did it for.  \"He\'s coming,\" said Fin; \"I see him below Dungannon.\"  \"Thank goodness, dear! an\' who is it? Glory be to God!\" ";

var chapter8="\"That baste, Cucullin,\" replied Fin; \"and how to manage I don\'t know.  If I run away, I am disgraced; and I know that sooner or later I must meet him, for my thumb tells me so.\"  \"When will he be here?\" said she.  \"To-morrow, about two o\'clock,\" replied Fin, with a groan.  \"Well, my bully, don\'t be cast down,\" said Oona; \"depend on me, and maybe I\'ll bring you better out of this scrape than ever you could bring yourself, by your rule o\' thumb.\" ";

var chapter9="She then made a high smoke on the top of the hill, after which she put her finger in her mouth, and gave three whistles, and by that Cucullin knew he was invited to Cullamore--for this was the way that the Irish long ago gave a sign to all strangers and travellers, to let them know they were welcome to come and take share of whatever was going.  In the meantime, Fin was very melancholy, and did not know what to do, or how to act at all.  Cucullin was an ugly customer to meet with; and, the idea of the \"cake\" aforesaid flattened the very heart within him. ";

var chapter10="What chance could he have, strong and brave though he was, with a man who could, when put in a passion, walk the country into earthquakes and knock thunderbolts into pancakes? Fin knew not on what hand to turn him.  Right or left--backward or forward--where to go he could form no guess whatsoever.  \"Oona,\" said he, \"can you do nothing for me? Where\'s all your invention? Am I to be skivered like a rabbit before your eyes, and to have my name disgraced forever in the sight of all my tribe, and me the best man among them? How am I to fight this man-mountain-- this huge cross between an earthquake and a thunderbolt?--with a pancake in his pocket that was once--\" ";

var chapter11="\"Be easy, Fin,\" replied Oona; \"troth, I\'m ashamed of you.  Keep your toe in your pump, will you? Talking of pancakes, maybe, we\'ll give him as good as any he brings with him--thunderbolt or otherwise.  If I don\'t treat him to as smart feeding as he\'s got this many a day, never trust Oona again.  Leave him to me, and do just as I bid you.\"  This relieved Fin very much; for, after all, he had great confidence in his wife, knowing, as he did, that she had got him out of many a quandary before.  Oona then drew the nine woollen threads of different colors, which she always did to find out the best way of succeeding in anything of importance she went about. ";

var chapter12="She then platted them into three plats with three colors in each, putting one on her right arm, one round her heart, and the third round her right ankle, for then she knew that nothing could fail with her that she undertook.  Having everything now prepared, she sent round to the neighbors and borrowed one-and-twenty iron griddles, which she took and kneaded into the hearts of one-and-twenty cakes of bread, and these she baked on the fire in the usual way, setting them aside in the cupboard according as they were done.  She then put down a large pot of new milk, which she made into curds and whey. ";

var chapter13="Having done all this, she sat down quite contented, waiting for his arrival on the next day about two o\'clock, that being the hour at which he was expected--for Fin knew as much by the sucking of his thumb.  Now this was a curious property that Fin\'s thumb had.  In this very thing, moreover, he was very much resembled by his great foe, Cucullin; for it was well known that the huge strength he possessed all lay in the middle finger of his right hand, and that, if he happened by any mischance to lose it, he was no more, for all his bulk, than a common man. ";

var chapter14="At length, the next day, Cucullin was seen coming across the valley, and Oona knew that it was time to commence operations.  She immediately brought the cradle, and made Fin to lie down in it, and cover himself up with the clothes.  \"You must pass for your own child,\" said she; \"so just lie there snug, and say nothing, but be guided by me.\"  About two o\'clock, as he had been expected, Cucullin came in.  \"God save all here!\" said he; \"is this where the great Fin M\'Coul lives?\" \"Indeed it is, honest man,\" replied Oona; \"God save you kindly-- won\'t you be sitting?\" ";

var chapter15="\"Thank you, ma\'am,\" says he, sitting down; \"you\'re Mrs.  M\'Coul, I suppose?\" \"I am,\" said she; \"and I have no reason, I hope, to be ashamed of my husband.\"  \"No,\" said the other, \"he has the name of being the strongest and bravest man in Ireland; but for all that, there\'s a man not far from you that\'s very desirous of taking a shake with him.  Is he at home?\" \"Why, then, no,\" she replied; \"and if ever a man left his house in a fury, he did.  It appears that some one told him of a big basthoon of a--giant called Cucullin being down at the Causeway to look for him, and so he set out there to try if he could catch him. ";

var chapter16="Troth, I hope, for the poor giant\'s sake, he won\'t meet with him, for if he does, Fin will make paste of him at once.\"  \"Well,\" said the other, \"I am Cucullin, and I have been seeking him these twelve months, but he always kept clear of me; and I will never rest night or day till I lay my hands on him.\"  At this Oona set up a loud laugh, of great contempt, by-the-way, and looked at him as if he was only a mere handful of a man.  \"Did you ever see Fin?\" said she, changing her manner all at once. ";

var chapter17="\"I thought so,\" she replied; \"I judged as much; and if you take my advice, you poor-looking creature, you\'ll pray night and day that you may never see him, for I tell you it will be a black day for you when you do.  But, in the meantime, you perceive that the wind\'s on the door, and as Fin himself is from home, maybe you\'d be civil enough to turn the house, for it\'s always what Fin does when he\'s here.\"  This was a startler even to Cucullin; but he got up, however, and after pulling the middle finger of his right hand until it cracked three times, he went outside, and getting his arms about the house, turned it as she had wished. ";

var chapter18="When Fin saw this, he felt the sweat of fear oozing out through every pore of his skin; but Oona, depending upon her woman\'s wit, felt not a whit daunted.  \"Arrah, then,\" said she, \"as you are so civil, maybe you\'d do another obliging turn for us, as Fin\'s not here to do it himself.  You see, after this long stretch of dry weather we\'ve had, we feel very badly off for want of water.  Now, Fin says there\'s a fine spring-well somewhere under the rocks behind the hill here below, and it was his intention to pull them asunder; but having heard of you, he left the place in such a fury, that he never thought of it.  Now, if you try to find it, troth I\'d feel it a kindness.\" ";

var chapter19="She then brought Cucullin down to see the place, which was then all one solid rock; and, after looking at it for some time, he cracked his right middle finger nine times, and, stooping down, tore a cleft about four hundred feet deep, and a quarter of a mile in length, which has since been christened by the name of Lumford\'s Glen.  \"You\'ll now come in,\" said she, \"and eat a bit of such humble fare as we can give you.  Fin, even although he and you are enemies, would scorn not to treat you kindly in his own house; and, indeed, if I didn\'t do it even in his absence, he would not be pleased with me.\" ";

var chapter20="She accordingly brought him in, and placing half-a-dozen of the cakes we spoke of before him, together with a can or two of butter, a side of boiled bacon, and a stack of cabbage, she desired him to help himself--for this, be it known, was long before the invention of potatoes.  Cucullin put one of the cakes in his mouth to take a huge whack out of it, when he made a thundering noise, something between a growl and a yell.  \"Blood and fury!\" he shouted; \"how is this? Here are two of my teeth out! What kind of bread this is you gave me.\"  \"What\'s the matter?\" said Oona coolly.  \"Matter!\" shouted the other again; \"why, here are the two best teeth in my head gone.\" ";

var chapter21="\"Why,\" said she, \"that\'s Fin\'s bread--the only bread he ever eats when at home; but, indeed, I forgot to tell you that nobody can eat it but himself, and that child in the cradle there.  I thought, however, that, as you were reported to be rather a stout little fellow of your size, you might be able to manage it, and I did not wish to affront a man that thinks himself able to fight Fin.  Here\'s another cake--maybe it\'s not so hard as that.\"  Cucullin at the moment was not only hungry, but ravenous, so he accordingly made a fresh set at the second cake, and immediately another yell was heard twice as loud as the first.  \"Thunder and gibbets!\" he roared, \"take your bread out of this, or I will not have a tooth in my head; there\'s another pair of them gone!\" ";

var chapter22="\"Well, honest man,\" replied Oona, \"if you\'re not able to eat the bread, say so quietly, and don\'t be wakening the child in the cradle there.  There, now, he\'s awake upon me.\"  Fin now gave a skirl that startled the giant, as coming from such a youngster as he was supposed to be.  \"Mother,\" said he, \"I\'m hungry-get me something to eat.\"  Oona went over, and putting into his hand a cake that had no griddle in it, Fin, whose appetite in the meantime had been sharpened by seeing eating going forward, soon swallowed it. ";

var chapter23="Cucullin was thunderstruck, and secretly thanked his stars that he had the good fortune to miss meeting Fin, for, as he said to himself, \"I\'d have no chance with a man who could eat such bread as that, which even his son that\'s but in his cradle can munch before my eyes.\"  \"I\'d like to take a glimpse at the lad in the cradle,\" said he to Oona; \"for I can tell you that the infant who can manage that nutriment is no joke to look at, or to feed of a scarce summer.\"  \"With all the veins of my heart,\" replied Oona; \"get up, acushla, and show this decent little man something that won\'t be unworthy of your father, Fin M\'Coul.\" ";

var chapter24="\"Fin, who was dressed for the occasion as much like a boy as possible, got up, and bringing Cucullin out, \"Are you strong?\" said he.  \"Thunder an\' ounds!\" exclaimed the other, \"what a voice in so small a chap!\" \"Are you strong?\" said Fin again; \"are you able to squeeze water out of that white stone?\" he asked, putting one into Cucullin\'s hand.  The latter squeezed and squeezed the stone, but in vain.  \"Ah, you\'re a poor creature!\" said Fin.  \"You a giant! Give me the stone here, and when I\'ll show what Fin\'s little son can do, you may then judge of what my daddy himself is.\" ";

var chapter25="Fin then took the stone, and exchanging it for the curds, he squeezed the latter until the whey, as clear as water, oozed out in a little shower from his hand.  \"I\'ll now go in,\" said he, \"to my cradle; for I scorn to lose my time with any one that\'s not able to eat my daddy\'s bread, or squeeze water out of a stone.  Bedad, you had better be off out of this before he comes back; for if he catches you, it\'s in flummery he\'d have you in two minutes.\"  Cucullin, seeing what he had seen, was of the same opinion himself; his knees knocked together with the terror of Fin\'s return, and he accordingly hastened to bid Oona farewell, and to assure her, that from that day out, he never wished to hear of, much less to see, her husband. ";

var chapter26="\"I admit fairly that I\'m not a match for him,\" said he, \"strong as I am; tell him I will avoid him as I would the plague, and that I will make myself scarce in this part of the country while I live.\"  Fin, in the meantime, had gone into the cradle, where he lay very quietly, his heart at his mouth with delight that Cucullin was about to take his departure, without discovering the tricks that had been played off on him.  \"It\'s well for you,\" said Oona, \"that he doesn\'t happen to be here, for it\'s nothing but hawk\'s meat he\'d make of you.\" ";

var chapter27="\"I know that,\" says Cucullin; \"divil a thing else he\'d make of me; but before I go, will you let me feel what kind of teeth Fin\'s lad has got that can eat griddle-bread like that?\" \"With all pleasure in life,\" said she; \"only, as they\'re far back in his head, you must put your finger a good way in.\"  Cucullin was surprised to find such a powerful set of grinders in one so young; but he was still much more so on finding, when he took his hand from Fin\'s mouth, that he had left the very finger upon which his whole strength depended, behind him.  He gave one loud groan, and fell down at once with terror and weakness. ";

var chapter28="This was all Fin wanted, who now knew that his most powerful and bitterest enemy was at his mercy.  He started out of the cradle, and in a few minutes the great Cucullin, that was for such a length of time the terror of him and all his followers, lay a corpse before him.  Thus did Fin, through the wit and invention of Oona, his wife, succeed in overcoming his enemy by cunning, which he never could have done by force. ";

/* Hudden and Dudden and Donald O\'Neary */
var chapter29="There was once upon a time two farmers, and their names were Hudden and Dudden.  They had poultry in their yards, sheep on the uplands, and scores of cattle in the meadow-land alongside the river.  But for all that they weren\'t happy.  For just between their two farms there lived a poor man by the name of Donald O\'Neary.  He had a hovel over his head and a strip of grass that was barely enough to keep his one cow, Daisy, from starving, and, though she did her best, it was but seldom that Donald got a drink of milk or a roll of butter from Daisy. ";

var chapter30="You would think there was little here to make Hudden and Dudden jealous, but so it is, the more one has the more one wants, and Donald\'s neighbours lay awake of nights scheming how they might get hold of his little strip of grass-land.  Daisy, poor thing, they never thought of; she was just a bag of bones.  One day Hudden met Dudden, and they were soon grumbling as usual, and all to the tune of \"If only we could get that vagabond Donald O\'Neary out of the country.\"  \"Let\'s kill Daisy,\" said Hudden at last; \"if that doesn\'t make him clear out, nothing will.\" ";

var chapter31="No sooner said than agreed, and it wasn\'t dark before Hudden and Dudden crept up to the little shed where lay poor Daisy trying her best to chew the cud, though she hadn\'t had as much grass in the day as would cover your hand.  And when Donald came to see if Daisy was all snug for the night, the poor beast had only time to lick his hand once before she died.  Well, Donald was a shrewd fellow, and downhearted though he was, began to think if he could get any good out of Daisy\'s death.  He thought and he thought, and the next day you could have seen him trudging off early to the fair, Daisy\'s hide over his shoulder, every penny he had jingling in his pockets. ";

var chapter32="Just before he got to the fair, he made several slits in the hide, put a penny in each slit, walked into the best inn of the town as bold as if it belonged to him, and, hanging the hide up to a nail in the wall, sat down.  \"Some of your best whisky,\" says he to the landlord.  But the landlord didn\'t like his looks.  \"Is it fearing I won\'t pay you, you are?\" says Donald; \"why I have a hide here that gives me all the money I want.\"  And with that he hit it a whack with his stick and out hopped a penny.  The landlord opened his eyes, as you may fancy.  \"What\'ll you take for that hide?\" ";

var chapter33="\"It\'s not for sale, my good man.\"  \"Will you take a gold piece?\" \"It\'s not for sale, I tell you.  Hasn\'t it kept me and mine for years?\" and with that Donald hit the hide another whack and out jumped a second penny.  Well, the long and the short of it was that Donald let the hide go, and, that very evening, who but he should walk up to Hudden\'s door? \"Good-evening, Hudden.  Will you lend me your best pair of scales?\" Hudden stared and Hudden scratched his head, but he lent the scales.  When Donald was safe at home, he pulled out his pocketful of bright gold and began to weigh each piece in the scales. ";

var chapter34="But Hudden had put a lump of butter at the bottom, and so the last piece of gold stuck fast to the scales when he took them back to Hudden.  If Hudden had stared before, he stared ten times more now, and no sooner was Donald\'s back turned, than he was of as hard as he could pelt to Dudden\'s.  \"Good-evening, Dudden.  That vagabond, bad luck to him--\" \"You mean Donald O\'Neary?\" \"And who else should I mean? He\'s back here weighing out sackfuls of gold.\"  \"How do you know that?\" \"Here are my scales that he borrowed, and here\'s a gold piece still sticking to them.\" ";

var chapter35="Off they went together, and they came to Donald\'s door.  Donald had finished making the last pile of ten gold pieces.  And he couldn\'t finish because a piece had stuck to the scales.  In they walked without an \"If you please\" or \"By your leave.\"  \"Well, I never!\" that was all they could say.  \"Good-evening, Hudden; good-evening, Dudden.  Ah! you thought you had played me a fine trick, but you never did me a better turn in all your lives.  When I found poor Daisy dead, I thought to myself, \'Well, her hide may fetch something;\' and it did.  Hides are worth their weight in gold in the market just now.\" ";

var chapter36="Hudden nudged Dudden, and Dudden winked at Hudden.  \"Good-evening, Donald O\'Neary.\"  \"Good-evening, kind friends.\"  The next day there wasn\'t a cow or a calf that belonged to Hudden or Dudden but her hide was going to the fair in Hudden\'s biggest cart drawn by Dudden\'s strongest pair of horses.  When they came to the fair, each one took a hide over his arm, and there they were walking through the fair, bawling out at the top of their voices: \"Hides to sell! hides to sell!\" ";

var chapter37="Out came the tanner: \"How much for your hides, my good men?\" \"Their weight in gold.\"  \"It\'s early in the day to come out of the tavern.\"  That was all the tanner said, and back he went to his yard.  \"Hides to sell! Fine fresh hides to sell!\" Out came the cobbler.  \"How much for your hides, my men?\" \"Their weight in gold.\"  \"Is it making game of me you are! Take that for your pains,\" and the cobbler dealt Hudden a blow that made him stagger. ";

var chapter38="Up the people came running from one end of the fair to the other.  \"What\'s the matter? What\'s the matter?\" cried they.  \"Here are a couple of vagabonds selling hides at their weight in gold,\" said the cobbler.  \"Hold \'em fast; hold \'em fast!\" bawled the innkeeper, who was the last to come up, he was so fat.  \"I\'ll wager it\'s one of the rogues who tricked me out of thirty gold pieces yesterday for a wretched hide.\"  It was more kicks than halfpence that Hudden and Dudden got before they were well on their way home again, and they didn\'t run the slower because all the dogs of the town were at their heels. ";

var chapter39="Well, as you may fancy, if they loved Donald little before, they loved him less now.  \"What\'s the matter, friends?\" said he, as he saw them tearing along, their hats knocked in, and their coats torn off, and their faces black and blue.  \"Is it fighting you\'ve been? or mayhap you met the police, ill luck to them?\" \"We\'ll police you, you vagabond.  It\'s mighty smart you thought yourself, deluding us with your lying tales.\"  \"Who deluded you? Didn\'t you see the gold with your own two eyes?\" But it was no use talking.  Pay for it he must, and should. ";

var chapter40="There was a meal-sack handy, and into it Hudden and Dudden popped Donald O\'Neary, tied him up tight, ran a pole through the knot, and off they started for the Brown Lake of the Bog, each with a pole-end on his shoulder, and Donald O\'Neary between.  But the Brown Lake was far, the road was dusty, Hudden and Dudden were sore and weary, and parched with thirst.  There was an inn by the roadside.  \"Let\'s go in,\" said Hudden; \"I\'m dead beat.  It\'s heavy he is for the little he had to eat.\"  If Hudden was willing, so was Dudden.  As for Donald, you may be sure his leave wasn\'t asked, but he was lumped down at the inn door for all the world as if he had been a sack of potatoes. ";

var chapter41="\"Sit still, you vagabond,\" said Dudden; \"if we don\'t mind waiting, you needn\'t.\"  Donald held his peace, but after a while he heard the glasses clink, and Hudden singing away at the top of his voice.  \"I won\'t have her, I tell you; I won\'t have her!\" said Donald.  But nobody heeded what he said.  \"I won\'t have her, I tell you; I won\'t have her!\" said Donald, and this time he said it louder; but nobody heeded what he said.  \"I won\'t have her, I tell you; I won\'t have her!\" said Donald; and this time he said it as loud as he could.  \"And who won\'t you have, may I be so bold as to ask?\" said a farmer, who had just come up with a drove of cattle, and was turning in for a glass. ";

var chapter42="\"It\'s the king\'s daughter.  They are bothering the life out of me to marry her.\"  \"You\'re the lucky fellow.  I\'d give something to be in your shoes.\"  \"Do you see that now! Wouldn\'t it be a fine thing for a farmer to be marrying a princess, all dressed in gold and jewels?\" \"Jewels, do you say? Ah, now, couldn\'t you take me with you?\" \"Well, you\'re an honest fellow, and as I don\'t care for the king\'s daughter, though she\'s as beautiful as the day, and is covered with jewels from top to toe, you shall have her.  Just undo the cord, and let me out; they tied me up tight, as they knew I\'d run away from her.\"  Out crawled Donald; in crept the farmer. ";

var chapter43="\"Now lie still, and don\'t mind the shaking; it\'s only rumbling over the palace steps you\'ll be.  And maybe they\'ll abuse you for a vagabond, who won\'t have the king\'s daughter; but you needn\'t mind that.  Ah! it\'s a deal I\'m giving up for you, sure as it is that I don\'t care for the princess.\"  \"Take my cattle in exchange,\" said the farmer; and you may guess it wasn\'t long before Donald was at their tails driving them homewards.  Out came Hudden and Dudden, and the one took one end of the pole, and the other the other.  \"I\'m thinking he\'s heavier,\" said Hudden. ";

var chapter44="\"Ah, never mind,\" said Dudden; \"it\'s only a step now to the Brown Lake.\"  \"I\'ll have her now! I\'ll have her now!\" bawled the farmer, from inside the sack.  \"By my faith, and you shall though,\" said Hudden, and he laid his stick across the sack.  \"I\'ll have her! I\'ll have her!\" bawled the farmer, louder than ever.  \"Well, here you are,\" said Dudden, for they were now come to the Brown Lake, and, unslinging the sack, they pitched it plump into the lake.  \"You\'ll not be playing your tricks on us any longer,\" said Hudden.  \"True for you,\" said Dudden.  \"Ah, Donald, my boy, it was an ill day when you borrowed my scales.\" ";

var chapter45="Off they went, with a light step and an easy heart, but when they were near home, who should they see but Donald O\'Neary, and all around him the cows were grazing, and the calves were kicking up their heels and butting their heads together.  \"Is it you, Donald?\" said Dudden.  \"Faith, you\'ve been quicker than we have.\"  \"True for you, Dudden, and let me thank you kindly; the turn was good, if the will was ill.  You\'ll have heard, like me, that the Brown Lake leads to the Land of Promise.  I always put it down as lies, but it is just as true as my word.  Look at the cattle.\"  Hudden stared, and Dudden gaped; but they couldn\'t get over the cattle; fine fat cattle they were too. ";

var chapter46="\"It\'s only the worst I could bring up with me,\" said Donald O\'Neary; \"the others were so fat, there was no driving them.  Faith, too, it\'s little wonder they didn\'t care to leave, with grass as far as you could see, and as sweet and juicy as fresh butter.\"  \"Ah, now, Donald, we haven\'t always been friends,\" said Dudden, \"but, as I was just saying, you were ever a decent lad, and you\'ll show us the way, won\'t you?\" \"I don\'t see that I\'m called upon to do that; there is a power more cattle down there.  Why shouldn\'t I have them all to myself?\" \"Faith, they may well say, the richer you get, the harder the heart.  You always were a neighbourly lad, Donald.  You wouldn\'t wish to keep the luck all to yourself?\" ";

var chapter47="\"True for you, Hudden, though \'tis a bad example you set me.  But I\'ll not be thinking of old times.  There is plenty for all there, so come along with me.\"  Off they trudged, with a light heart and an eager step.  When they came to the Brown Lake, the sky was full of little white clouds, and, if the sky was full, the lake was as full.  \"Ah! now, look, there they are,\" cried Donald, as he pointed to the clouds in the lake.  \"Where? where?\" cried Hudden, and \"Don\'t be greedy!\" cried Dudden, as he jumped his hardest to be up first with the fat cattle.  But if he jumped first, Hudden wasn\'t long behind.  They never came back.  Maybe they got too fat, like the cattle.  As for Donald O\'Neary, he had cattle and sheep all his days to his heart\'s content. ";

/* The Story of Deirdre */
var chapter48="There was a man in Ireland once who was called Malcolm Harper.  The man was a right good man, and he had a goodly share of this world\'s goods.  He had a wife, but no family.  What did Malcolm hear but that a soothsayer had come home to the place, and as the man was a right good man, he wished that the soothsayer might come near them.  Whether it was that he was invited or that he came of himself, the soothsayer came to the house of Malcolm.  \"Are you doing any soothsaying?\" says Malcolm.  \"Yes, I am doing a little.  Are you in need of soothsaying?\" \"Well, I do not mind taking soothsaying from you, if you had soothsaying for me, and you would be willing to do it.\" ";

var chapter49="\"Well, I will do soothsaying for you.  What kind of soothsaying do you want?\" \"Well, the soothsaying I wanted was that you would tell me my lot or what will happen to me, if you can give me knowledge of it.\"  \"Well, I am going out, and when I return, I will tell you.\"  And the soothsayer went forth out of the house and he was not long outside when he returned.  \"Well,\" said the soothsayer, \"I saw in my second sight that it is on account of a daughter of yours that the greatest amount of blood shall be shed that has ever been shed in Erin since time and race began.  And the three most famous heroes that ever were found will lose their heads on her account.\" ";

var chapter50="After a time a daughter was born to Malcolm, he did not allow a living being to come to his house, only himself and the nurse.  He asked this woman, \"Will you yourself bring up the child to keep her in hiding far away where eye will not see a sight of her nor ear hear a word about her?\" The woman said she would, so Malcolm got three men, and he took them away to a large mountain, distant and far from reach, without the knowledge or notice of any one.  He caused there a hillock, round and green, to be dug out of the middle, and the hole thus made to be covered carefully over so that a little company could dwell there together.  This was done. ";

var chapter51="Deirdre and her foster-mother dwelt in the bothy mid the hills without the knowledge or the suspicion of any living person about them and without anything occurring, until Deirdre was sixteen years of age.  Deirdre grew like the white sapling, straight and trim as the rash on the moss.  She was the creature of fairest form, of loveliest aspect, and of gentlest nature that existed between earth and heaven in all Ireland--whatever colour of hue she had before, there was nobody that looked into her face but she would blush fiery red over it.  The woman that had charge of her, gave Deirdre every information and skill of which she herself had knowledge and skill. ";

var chapter52="There was not a blade of grass growing from root, nor a bird singing in the wood, nor a star shining from heaven but Deirdre had a name for it.  But one thing, she did not wish her to have either part or parley with any single living man of the rest of the world.  But on a gloomy winter night, with black, scowling clouds, a hunter of game was wearily travelling the hills, and what happened but that he missed the trail of the hunt, and lost his course and companions.  A drowsiness came upon the man as he wearily wandered over the hills, and he lay down by the side of the beautiful green knoll in which Deirdre lived, and he slept.  The man was faint from hunger and wandering, and benumbed with cold, and a deep sleep fell upon him. ";

var chapter53="When he lay down beside the green hill where Deirdre was, a troubled dream came to the man, and he thought that he enjoyed the warmth of a fairy broch, the fairies being inside playing music.  The hunter shouted out in his dream, if there was any one in the broch, to let him in for the Holy One\'s sake.  Deirdre heard the voice and said to her foster-mother: \"O foster-mother, what cry is that?\" \"It is nothing at all, Deirdre--merely the birds of the air astray and seeking each other.  But let them go past to the bosky glade.  There is no shelter or house for them here.\"  \"Oh, foster-mother, the bird asked to get inside for the sake of the God of the Elements, and you yourself tell me that anything that is asked in His name we ought to do. ";

var chapter54="If you will not allow the bird that is being benumbed with cold, and done to death with hunger, to be let in, I do not think much of your language or your faith.  But since I give credence to your language and to your faith, which you taught me, I will myself let in the bird.\"  And Deirdre arose and drew the bolt from the leaf of the door, and she let in the hunter.  She placed a seat in the place for sitting, food in the place for eating, and drink in the place for drinking for the man who came to the house.  \"Oh, for this life and raiment, you man that came in, keep restraint on your tongue!\" said the old woman.  \"It is not a great thing for you to keep your mouth shut and your tongue quiet when you get a home and shelter of a hearth on a gloomy winter\'s night.\" ";

var chapter55="\"Well,\" said the hunter, \"I may do that--keep my mouth shut and my tongue quiet, since I came to the house and received hospitality from you; but by the hand of thy father and grandfather, and by your own two hands, if some other of the people of the world saw this beauteous creature you have here hid away, they would not long leave her with you, I swear.\"  \"What men are these you refer to?\" said Deirdre.  \"Well, I will tell you, young woman,\" said the hunter.  \"They are Naois, son of Uisnech, and Allen and Arden his two brothers.\"  \"What like are these men when seen, if we were to see them?\" said Deirdre. ";

var chapter56="\"Why, the aspect and form of the men when seen are these,\" said the hunter: \"they have the colour of the raven on their hair, their skin like swan on the wave in whiteness, and their cheeks as the blood of the brindled red calf, and their speed and their leap are those of the salmon of the torrent and the deer of the grey mountain side.  And Naois is head and shoulders over the rest of the people of Erin.\"  \"However they are,\" said the nurse, \"be you off from here and take another road.  And, King of Light and Sun! in good sooth and certainty, little are my thanks for yourself or for her that let you in!\" ";

var chapter57="The hunter went away, and went straight to the palace of King Connachar.  He sent word in to the king that he wished to speak to him if he pleased.  The king answered the message and came out to speak to the man.  \"What is the reason of your journey?\" said the king to the hunter.  \"I have only to tell you, O king,\" said the hunter, \"that I saw the fairest creature that ever was born in Erin, and I came to tell you of it.\"  \"Who is this beauty and where is she to be seen, when she was not seen before till you saw her, if you did see her?\" \"Well, I did see her,\" said the hunter.  \"But, if I did, no man else can see her unless he get directions from me as to where she is dwelling.\" ";

var chapter58="\"And will you direct me to where she dwells? and the reward of your directing me will be as good as the reward of your message,\" said the king.  \"Well, I will direct you, O king, although it is likely that this will not be what they want,\" said the hunter.  Connachar, King of Ulster, sent for his nearest kinsmen, and he told them of his intent.  Though early rose the song of the birds mid the rocky caves and the music of the birds in the grove, earlier than that did Connachar, King of Ulster, arise, with his little troop of dear friends, in the delightful twilight of the fresh and gentle May; the dew was heavy on each bush and flower and stem, as they went to bring Deirdre forth from the green knoll where she stayed. ";

var chapter59="Many a youth was there who had a lithe leaping and lissom step when they started whose step was faint, failing, and faltering when they reached the bothy on account of the length of the way and roughness of the road.  \"Yonder, now, down in the bottom of the glen is the bothy where the woman dwells, but I will not go nearer than this to the old woman,\" said the hunter.  Connachar with his band of kinsfolk went down to the green knoll where Deirdre dwelt and he knocked at the door of the bothy.  The nurse replied, \"No less than a king\'s command and a king\'s army could put me out of my bothy to-night.  And I should be obliged to you, were you to tell who it is that wants me to open my bothy door.\" ";

var chapter60="\"It is I, Connachar, King of Ulster.\"  When the poor woman heard who was at the door, she rose with haste and let in the king and all that could get in of his retinue.  When the king saw the woman that was before him that he had been in quest of, he thought he never saw in the course of the day nor in the dream of night a creature so fair as Deirdre and he gave his full heart\'s weight of love to her.  Deirdre was raised on the topmost of the heroes\' shoulders and she and her foster-mother were brought to the Court of King Connachar of Ulster.  With the love that Connachar had for her, he wanted to marry Deirdre right off there and then, will she nill she marry him. ";

var chapter61="But she said to him, \"I would be obliged to you if you will give me the respite of a year and a day.\"  He said \"I will grant you that, hard though it is, if you will give me your unfailing promise that you will marry me at the year\'s end.\"  And she gave the promise.  Connachar got for her a woman-teacher and merry modest maidens fair that would lie down and rise with her, that would play and speak with her.  Deirdre was clever in maidenly duties and wifely understanding, and Connachar thought he never saw with bodily eye a creature that pleased him more.  Deirdre and her women companions were one day out on the hillock behind the house enjoying the scene, and drinking in the sun\'s heat. ";

var chapter62="What did they see coming but three men a-journeying.  Deirdre was looking at the men that were coming, and wondering at them.  When the men neared them, Deirdre remembered the language of the huntsman, and she said to herself that these were the three sons of Uisnech, and that this was Naois, he having what was above the bend of the two shoulders above the men of Erin all.  The three brothers went past without taking any notice of them, without even glancing at the young girls on the hillock.  What happened but that love for Naois struck the heart of Deirdre, so that she could not but follow after him.  She girded up her raiment and went after the men that went past the base of the knoll, leaving her women attendants there. ";

var chapter63="Allen and Arden had heard of the woman that Connachar, King of Ulster, had with him, and they thought that, if Naois, their brother, saw her, he would have her himself, more especially as she was not married to the King.  They perceived the woman coming, and called on one another to hasten their step as they had a long distance to travel, and the dusk of night was coming on.  They did so.  She cried: \"Naois, son of Uisnech, will you leave me?\" \"What piercing, shrill cry is that--the most melodious my ear ever heard, and the shrillest that ever struck my heart of all the cries I ever heard?\" \"It is anything else but the wail of the wave-swans of Connachar,\" said his brothers. ";

var chapter64="\"No! yonder is a woman\'s cry of distress,\" said Naois, and he swore he would not go further until he saw from whom the cry came, and Naois turned back.  Naois and Deirdre met, and Deirdre kissed Naois three times, and a kiss each to his brothers.  With the confusion that she was in, Deirdre went into a crimson blaze of fire, and her colour came and went as rapidly as the movement of the aspen by the stream side.  Naois thought he never saw a fairer creature, and Naois gave Deirdre the love that he never gave to thing, to vision, or to creature but to herself. ";

var chapter65="Then Naois placed Deirdre on the topmost height of his shoulder, and told his brothers to keep up their pace, and they kept up their pace.  Naois thought that it would not be well for him to remain in Erin on account of the way in which Connachar, King of Ulster, his uncle\'s son, had gone against him because of the woman, though he had not married her; and he turned back to Alba, that is, Scotland.  He reached the side of Loch-Ness and made his habitation there.  He could kill the salmon of the torrent from out his own door, and the deer of the grey gorge from out his window.  Naois and Deirdre and Allen and Arden dwelt in a tower, and they were happy so long a time as they were there. ";

var chapter66="By this time the end of the period came at which Deirdre had to marry Connachar, King of Ulster.  Connachar made up his mind to take Deirdre away by the sword whether she was married to Naois or not.  So he prepared a great and gleeful feast.  He sent word far and wide through Erin all to his kinspeople to come to the feast.  Connachar thought to himself that Naois would not come though he should bid him; and the scheme that arose in his mind was to send for his father\'s brother, Ferchar Mac Ro, and to send him on an embassy to Naois.  He did so; and Connachar said to Ferchar, \"Tell Naois, son of Uisnech, that I am setting forth a great and gleeful feast to my friends and kinspeople throughout the wide extent of Erin all, and that I shall not have rest by day nor sleep by night if he and Allen and Arden be not partakers of the feast.\" ";

var chapter67="Ferchar Mac Ro and his three sons went on their journey, and reached the tower where Naois was dwelling by the side of Loch Etive.  The sons of Uisnech gave a cordial kindly welcome to Ferchar Mac Ro and his three sons, and asked of him the news of Erin.  \"The best news that I have for you,\" said the hardy hero, \"is that Connachar, King of Ulster, is setting forth a great sumptuous feast to his friends and kinspeople throughout the wide extent of Erin all, and he has vowed by the earth beneath him, by the high heaven above him, and by the sun that wends to the west, that he will have no rest by day nor sleep by night if the sons of Uisnech, the sons of his own father\'s brother, will not come back to the land of their home and the soil of their nativity, and to the feast likewise, and he has sent us on embassy to invite you.\" ";

var chapter68="\"We will go with you,\" said Naois.  \"We will,\" said his brothers.  But Deirdre did not wish to go with Ferchar Mac Ro, and she tried every prayer to turn Naois from going with him--she said: \"I saw a vision, Naois, and do you interpret it to me,\" said Deirdre--then she sang: ";

var chapter69="O Naois, son of Uisnech, hear what was shown in a dream to me.  There came three white doves out of the south flying over the sea.  And drops of honey were in their mouth from the hive of the honey-bee.  O Naois, son of Uisnech, hear, what was shown in a dream to me.  I saw three grey hawks out of the south come flying over the sea.  And the red red drops they bare in their mouth they were dearer than life to me. ";

var chapter70="Said Naois:-- It is nought but the fear of woman\'s heart, and a dream of the night, Deirdre.  \"The day that Connachar sent the invitation to his feast will be unlucky for us if we don\'t go, O Deirdre.\"  \"You will go there,\" said Ferchar Mac Ro; \"and if Connachar show kindness to you, show ye kindness to him; and if he will display wrath towards you display ye wrath towards him, and I and my three sons will be with you.\"v\"We will,\" said Daring Drop.  \"We will,\" said Hardy Holly.  \"We will,\" said Fiallan the Fair. ";

var chapter71="\"I have three sons, and they are three heroes, and in any harm or danger that may befall you, they will be with you, and I myself will be along with them.\"  And Ferchar Mac Ro gave his vow and his word in presence of his arms that, in any harm or danger that came in the way of the sons of Uisnech, he and his three sons would not leave head on live body in Erin, despite sword or helmet, spear or shield, blade or mail, be they ever so good.  Deirdre was unwilling to leave Alba, but she went with Naois.  Deirdre wept tears in showers and she sang: ";

var chapter72="Dear is the land, the land over there, Alba full of woods and lakes; Bitter to my heart is leaving thee, But I go away with Naois.  Ferchar Mac Ro did not stop till he got the sons of Uisnech away with him, despite the suspicion of Deirdre.  The coracle was put to sea, The sail was hoisted to it; And the second morrow they arrived On the white shores of Erin. ";

var chapter73="As soon as the sons of Uisnech landed in Erin, Ferchar Mac Ro sent word to Connachar, king of Ulster, that the men whom he wanted were come, and let him now show kindness to them.  \"Well,\" said Connachar, \"I did not expect that the sons of Uisnech would come, though I sent for them, and I am not quite ready to receive them.  But there is a house down yonder where I keep strangers, and let them go down to it today, and my house will be ready before them tomorrow.\"  But he that was up in the palace felt it long that he was not getting word as to how matters were going on for those down in the house of the strangers. ";

var chapter74="Gelban Grednach, son of Lochlin\'s King, go you down and bring me information as to whether her former hue and complexion are on Deirdre.  If they be, I will take her out with edge of blade and point of sword, and if not, let Naois, son of Uisnech, have her for himself,\" said Connachar.  Gelban, the cheering and charming son of Lochlin\'s King, went down to the place of the strangers, where the sons of Uisnech and Deirdre were staying.  He looked in through the bicker-hole on the door-leaf.  Now she that he gazed upon used to go into a crimson blaze of blushes when any one looked at her.  Naois looked at Deirdre and knew that some one was looking at her from the back of the door-leaf. ";

var chapter75="He seized one of the dice on the table before him and fired it through the bicker-hole, and knocked the eye out of Gelban Grednach the Cheerful and Charming, right through the back of his head.  Gelban returned back to the palace of King Connachar.  \"You were cheerful, charming, going away, but you are cheerless, charmless, returning.  What has happened to you, Gelban? But have you seen her, and are Deirdre\'s hue and complexion as before?\" said Connachar.  \"Well, I have seen Deirdre, and I saw her also truly, and while I was looking at her through the bicker-hole on the door, Naois, son of Uisnech, knocked out my eye with one of the dice in his hand. ";

var chapter76="But of a truth and verity, although he put out even my eye, it were my desire still to remain looking at her with the other eye, were it not for the hurry you told me to be in,\" said Gelban.  \"That is true,\" said Connachar; \"let three hundred bravo heroes go down to the abode of the strangers, and let them bring hither to me Deirdre, and kill the rest.\"  Connachar ordered three hundred active heroes to go down to the abode of the strangers and to take Deirdre up with them and kill the rest.  \"The pursuit is coming,\" said Deirdre. ";

var chapter77="\"Yes, but I will myself go out and stop the pursuit,\" said Naois.  \"It is not you, but we that will go,\" said Daring Drop, and Hardy Holly, and Fiallan the Fair; \"it is to us that our father entrusted your defence from harm and danger when he himself left for home.\"  And the gallant youths, full noble, full manly, full handsome, with beauteous brown locks, went forth girt with battle arms fit for fierce fight and clothed with combat dress for fierce contest fit, which was burnished, bright, brilliant, bladed, blazing, on which were many pictures of beasts and birds and creeping things, lions and lithe-limbed tigers, brown eagle and harrying hawk and adder fierce; and the young heroes laid low three-thirds of the company. ";

var chapter78="Connachar came out in haste and cried with wrath: \"Who is there on the floor of fight, slaughtering my men?\" \"We, the three sons of Ferchar Mac Ro.\"  \"Well,\" said the king, \"I will give a free bridge to your grandfather, a free bridge to your father, and a free bridge each to you three brothers, if you come over to my side tonight.\"  \"Well, Connachar, we will not accept that offer from you nor thank you for it.  Greater by far do we prefer to go home to our father and tell the deeds of heroism we have done, than accept anything on these terms from you.  Naois, son of Uisnech, and Allen and Arden are as nearly related to yourself as they are to us, though you are so keen to shed their blood, and you would shed our blood also, Connachar.\" ";

var chapter79="And the noble, manly, handsome youths with beauteous, brown locks returned inside.  \"We are now,\" said they, \"going home to tell our father that you are now safe from the hands of the king.\"  And the youths all fresh and tall and lithe and beautiful, went home to their father to tell that the sons of Uisnech were safe.  This happened at the parting of the day and night in the morning twilight time, and Naois said they must go away, leave that house, and return to Alba.  Naois and Deirdre, Allan and Arden started to return to Alba.  Word came to the king that the company he was in pursuit of were gone. ";

var chapter80="The king then sent for Duanan Gacha Druid, the best magician he had, and he spoke to him as follows:--\"Much wealth have I expended on you, Duanan Gacha Druid, to give schooling and learning and magic mystery to you, if these people get away from me today without care, without consideration or regard for me, without chance of overtaking them, and without power to stop them.\"  \"Well, I will stop them,\" said the magician, \"until the company you send in pursuit return.\"  And the magician placed a wood before them through which no man could go, but the sons of Uisnech marched through the wood without halt or hesitation, and Deirdre held on to Naois\'s hand. ";

var chapter81="\"What is the good of that? that will not do yet,\" said Connachar.  \"They are off without bending of their feet or stopping of their step, without heed or respect to me, and I am without power to keep up to them or opportunity to turn them back this night.\"  \"I will try another plan on them,\" said the druid; and he placed before them a grey sea instead of a green plain.  The three heroes stripped and tied their clothes behind their heads, and Naois placed Deirdre on the top of his shoulder.  They stretched their sides to the stream, and sea and land were to them the same.  The rough grey ocean was the same as meadow-land green and plain. ";

var chapter82="\"Though that be good, O Duanan, it will not make the heroes return,\" said Connachar; \"they are gone without regard for me, and without honor to me, and without power on my part to pursue them or to force them to return this night.\"  \"We shall try another method on them, since yon one did not stop them,\" said the druid.  And the druid froze the grey ridged sea into hard rocky knobs, the sharpness of sword being on the one edge and the poison power of adders on the other.  Then Arden cried that he was getting tired, and nearly giving over.  \"Come you, Arden, and sit on my right shoulder,\" said Naois.  Arden came and sat, on Naois\'s shoulder. ";

var chapter83="Arden was long in this posture when he died; but though he was dead Naois would not let him go.  Allen then cried out that he was getting faint and nigh-well giving up.  When Naois heard his prayer, he gave forth the piercing sigh of death, and asked Allen to lay hold of him and he would bring him to land.  Allen was not long when the weakness of death came on him and his hold failed.  Naois looked around, and when he saw his two well- beloved brothers dead, he cared not whether he lived or died, and he gave forth the bitter sigh of death, and his heart burst. ";

var chapter84="\"They are gone,\" said Duanan Gacha Druid to the king, \"and I have done what you desired me.  The sons of Uisnech are dead and they will trouble you no more; and you have your wife hale and whole to yourself.\"  \"Blessings for that upon you and may the good results accrue to me, Duanan.  I count it no loss what I spent in the schooling and teaching of you.  Now dry up the flood, and let me see if I can behold Deirdre,\" said Connachar.  And Duanan Gacha Druid dried up the flood from the plain and the three sons of Uisnech were lying together dead, without breath of life, side by side on the green meadow plain and Deirdre bending above showering down her tears. ";

var chapter85="Then Deirdre said this lament: \"Fair one, loved one, flower of beauty; beloved upright and strong; beloved noble and modest warrior.  Fair one, blue-eyed, beloved of thy wife; lovely to me at the trysting-place came thy clear voice through the woods of Ireland.  I cannot eat or smile henceforth.  Break not to-day, my heart: soon enough shall I lie within my grave.  Strong are the waves of sorrow, but stronger is sorrow\'s self, Connachar.\"  The people then gathered round the heroes\' bodies and asked Connachar what was to be done with the bodies.  The order that he gave was that they should dig a pit and put the three brothers in it side by side. ";

var chapter86=" Deirdre kept sitting on the brink of the grave, constantly asking the gravediggers to dig the pit wide and free.  When the bodies of the brothers were put in the grave, Deirdre said:-- Come over hither, Naois, my love, Let Arden close to Allen lie; If the dead had any sense to feel, Ye would have made a place for Deirdre.  The men did as she told them.  She jumped into the grave and lay down by Naois, and she was dead by his side. ";

var chapter87="The king ordered the body to be raised from out the grave and to be buried on the other side of the loch.  It was done as the king bade, and the pit closed.  Thereupon a fir shoot grew out of the grave of Deirdre and a fir shoot from the grave of Naois, and the two shoots united in a knot above the loch.  The king ordered the shoots to be cut down, and this was done twice, until, at the third time, the wife whom the king had married caused him to stop this work of evil and his vengeance on the remains of the dead. ";



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