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KING PELLINORE’S LITERARY MAGAZINE

PEGEEN -- (snapping at him.) -- SHAWN. There'd be no harm
Whisht I am saying; we'll take no staying now, I'm thinking, and him-
fooling from your like at all. (To self in it too.
Christy with a honeyed voice.) And PEGEEN. You wouldn't stay
you, young fellow, you'd have a right when there was need for you, and let
to stop, I'm thinking, for we'd do our you step off nimble this time when
all and utmost to content your needs. there's none.
CHRISTY -- (overcome with won- SHAWN. Didn't I say it was Fa-
der.) -- And I'd be safe in this place ther Reilly...
from the searching law? PEGEEN. Go on, then, to Father
MICHAEL. You would, surely. If Reilly (in a jeering tone), and let him
they're not fearing you, itself, the put you in the holy brotherhoods, and
peelers in this place is decent leave that lad to me.
droughty poor fellows, wouldn't touch SHAWN. If I meet the Widow
a cur dog and not give warning in the Quin...
dead of night. PEGEEN. Go on, I'm saying, and
PEGEEN -- (very kindly and per- don't be waking this place with your
suasively.) -- Let you stop a short noise. (She hustles him out and bolts
while anyhow. Aren't you destroyed the door.) That lad would wear the
walking with your feet in bleeding spirits from the saints of peace.
blisters, and your whole skin needing (Bustles about, then takes off her
washing like a Wicklow sheep. apron and pins it up in the window as
CHRISTY -- (looking round with a blind. Christy watching her timidly.
satisfaction.) It's a nice room, and if Then she comes to him and speaks
it's not humbugging me you are, I'm with bland good-humour.) Let you
thinking that I'll surely stay. stretch out now by the fire, young fel-
JIMMY -- (jumps up.) -- Now, by low. You should be destroyed travel-
the grace of God, herself will be safe ling.
this night, with a man killed his fa- CHRISTY -- (shyly again, draw-
ther holding danger from the door, ing off his boots.) I'm tired, surely,
and let you come on, Michael James, walking wild eleven days, and waking
or they'll have the best stuff drunk at fearful in the night. (He holds up one
the wake. of his feet, feeling his blisters, and
MICHAEL -- (going to the door looking at them with compassion.)
with men.) And begging your pardon, PEGEEN -- (standing beside him,
mister, what name will we call you, watching him with delight.) -- You
for we'd like to know? should have had great people in your
CHRISTY. Christopher Mahon. family, I'm thinking, with the little,
MICHAEL. Well, God bless you, small feet you have, and you with a
Christy, and a good rest till we meet kind of a quality name, the like of
again when the sun'll be rising to the what you'd find on the great powers
noon of day. and potentates of France and Spain.
CHRISTY. God bless you all. CHRISTY -- (with pride.) -- We
MEN. God bless you. (They go out were great surely, with wide and
except Shawn, who lingers at door.) windy acres of rich Munster land.
SHAWN -- (to Pegeen.) -- Are you PEGEEN. Wasn't I telling you,
wanting me to stop along with you and you a fine, handsome young fel-
and keep you from harm? low with a noble brow?
PEGEEN -- (gruffly.) Didn't you CHRISTY -- (with a flash of de-
say you were fearing Father Reilly? lighted surprise.) Is it me?

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