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Conall

I'll lay the whole thing bare.

You saw the luck that he had when he pushed in past me there.
Does anything stir on the sea?

Laegaire

Not even a fish or a gull.

Conall

You were gone but a little while. We were there and the ale-cup full.

We were half drunk and merry, and midnight on the stroke
When a wide, high man came in with a red foxy cloak,
With half-shut foxy eyes and a great laughing mouth.