“Why do you play that, Gloom Achanna?”
The man finished the bar, then blew into the oaten pipe, before, just glancing at the girl, he replied:
“And what harm will there be in that, Anna-ban?”
“Do you know why Gloom played the ‘Dàn-nan-Ròn’?”
“Ay, and what then, Anna-ban?”
“What then? Are you thinking I don’t know what you mean by playing the ‘Song o’ the Seals’?”
With an abrupt gesture Gloom put the feadan aside. As he did so, he rose.
“See here, Anne,” he began roughly, when Marcus intervened.
“That will do just now, Gloom. Anne-à-ghraidh, do you mean that you are going to do this thing?”
“Ay, sure.”