“He bids me tell you that he has forgiven you, and wishes you all happiness.”
But Deirdre turned to him, smiling and fearful.
“We are happy here in Scotland,” she said.
“Nay,” said Fergus, “one cannot be satisfied when one is in exile, for his native land is dearer to a man than any other.”
“This is truly a dear country,” she replied.
“And it is well known,” Fergus continued, “that if a man of Ireland had the lordship of another country he would yet be unhappy unless he could see Ireland every day.”
“It is so,” said Ainnle.
“There is no one knows its truth better than the sons of Uisneac,” cried Naoise.
“You see,” the great man chided her.
“I know that this is a dear land,” said Deirdre stubbornly, “and that here the sons of Uisneac might rise to any destiny they aimed for.”