“I shall eat sharks because I must, Borach,” he thundered.
“What sharks are you talking about?” said Borach.
“Lead me to your miseries of the deep,” said Fergus, “but do not talk to me about them.”
CHAPTER VII
As the travellers proceeded they were morose and thoughtful, and even Ardan’s high spirits flagged. But as they looked on a native sky, and on the fields and hedgerows of an Irish countryside, something of their disquietude was eased and a lightening of the heart became apparent in each of them.
“Dear girl,” said Naoise, and he placed an arm about her shoulders. “We are in Ireland,” he said.
At the word every misery fled from Ardan’s breast, so that he began to look truculently on his brother Ainnle, and even to give him an occasional shoulder as they marched.
Deirdre leaned to her husband.
“I have had other visions,” she said.
She moved her hand languidly towards Fergus’ two sons, who strode a few paces in advance.