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it to the great lord." |
So they went up to the castle, but the great lord was not in it, so |
they left the purse with the servant that minded the gate, and then |
they went home again and lived in quiet for a time. |
But one day the great lord stopped at their house for a drink of water, |
and Ivan's wife said to him: "I hope your lordship found your |
lordship's purse quite safe with all its money in it." |
"What purse is that you are talking about?" said the lord. |
"Sure, it's your lordship's purse that I left at the castle," said Ivan. |
"Come with me and we will see into the matter," said the lord. |
So Ivan and his wife went up to the castle, and there they pointed out |
the man to whom they had given the purse, and he had to give it up and |
was sent away from the castle. And the lord was so pleased with Ivan |
that he made him his servant in the stead of the thief. |
"Honesty's the best policy!" quoth Ivan, as he skipped about in his new |
quarters. "How joyful I am!" |
Then he thought of his old master's cake that he was to eat when he was |
most joyful, and when he broke it, to and behold, inside it was his |
wages for the three years he had been with him. |
ANDREW COFFEY |
My grandfather, Andrew Coffey, was known to the whole barony as a |
quiet, decent man. And if the whole barony knew him, he knew the whole |
barony, every inch, hill and dale, bog and pasture, field and covert. |
Fancy his surprise one evening, when he found himself in a part of the |
demesne he couldn't recognise a bit. He and his good horse were always |
stumbling up against some tree or stumbling down into some bog-hole |
that by rights didn't ought to be there. On the top of all this the |
rain came pelting down wherever there was a clearing, and the cold |
March wind tore through the trees. Glad he was then when he saw a light |
in the distance, and drawing near found a cabin, though for the life of |
him he couldn't think how it came there. However, in he walked, after |
tying up his horse, and right welcome was the brushwood fire blazing on |
the hearth. And there stood a chair right and tight, that seemed to |
say, "Come, sit down in me." There wasn't a soul else in the room. |
Well, he did sit, and got a little warm and cheered after his |
drenching. But all the while he was wondering and wondering. |
"Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey!" |
Good heavens! who was calling him, and not a soul in sight? Look around |
as he might, indoors and out, he could find no creature with two legs |
or four, for his horse was gone. |
"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! tell me a story." |
It was louder this time, and it was nearer. And then what a thing to |
ask for! It was bad enough not to be let sit by the fire and dry |
oneself, without being bothered for a story. |
"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY!! Tell me a story, or it'll be the worse |
for you." |
My poor grandfather was so dumbfounded that he could only stand and |
stare. |
"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! I told you it'd be the worse for you." |
And with that, out there bounced, from a cupboard that Andrew Coffey |
had never noticed before, _a man_. And the man was in a towering rage. |
But it wasn't that. And he carried as fine a blackthorn as you'd wish |
to crack a man's head with. But it wasn't that either. But when my |
grandfather clapped eyes on him, he knew him for Patrick Rooney, and |
all the world knew _he'd_ gone overboard, fishing one night long years |
before. |
Andrew Coffey would neither stop nor stay, but he took to his heels and |
was out of the house as hard as he could. He ran and he ran taking |
little thought of what was before till at last he ran up against a big |
tree. And then he sat down to rest. |
He hadn't sat for a moment when he heard voices. |
"It's heavy he is, the vagabond." "Steady now, we'll rest when we get |
under the big tree yonder." Now that happened to be the tree under |
which Andrew Coffey was sitting. At least he thought so, for seeing a |
branch handy he swung himself up by it and was soon snugly hidden away. |
Better see than be seen, thought he. |
The rain had stopped and the wind fallen. The night was blacker than |
ever, but Andrew Coffey could see four men, and they were carrying |
between them a long box. Under the tree they came, set the box down, |
opened it, and who should they bring out but--Patrick Rooney. Never a |
word did he say, and he looked as pale as old snow. |
Well, one gathered brushwood, and another took out tinder and flint, |
and soon they had a big fire roaring, and my grandfather could see |
Patrick plainly enough. If he had kept still before, he kept stiller |