“A Jew has him accused for a sum of money was borrowed, and it due for repayment: that is the second crime,” says the miller.
“The money was all gathered up for to pay the debt,” says the lady. “Where can it be if M’Carthy will not produce it?”
“The law has him committed for the murder of yourself: and that is the third crime,” says the miller.
“And a false charge too, seeing you saved me in that ill hour. I am thinking I’d do well to be giving evidence in court of law, for it’s maybe an inglorious death they’ll be giving him,” says she.
“Isn’t that what he laid out for yourself?” asks the miller.
“It is surely, whatever madness came to him. But I have a good wish for him the whole time.”
“If that is the way of it we had best be setting out,” says he.
The lady and the miller travelled overland, it being a shorter journey nor the one they were after coming by sea. When they got to the court of law wasn’t the judge after condemning M’Carthy; and it was little the poor gentleman cared for the sentence of death was passed on him.
“My life is bitter and poisoned on me,” says he, “maybe the grave is the best place.”
With that the lady M’Carthy stood up in the court and gave out that she had not been destroyed at all, for the miller saved her from the sea.