“I have brought you here,” answered the queen.
The king demanded of her:
“Why have you done this? Have I not told you that you are no longer my wife?”
Then said she, as she drew forth a sheet of paper—
“It is true what you say; but see what you yourself have laid down on this sheet: that when I should leave you, I might take with me, from your palace, that which I loved best.”
When the king heard this, he kissed her, and went back with her to the palace.
THE THREE SONS
By Lady Gregory
I’ll tell you a story, says the old man who was bringing fish from the sea; and after that I’ll be going on to Ballinrobe, to one that has a shop there and that was reared by my grandmother. It is likely he’ll give me a tasty suit of clothes.
Working all my life I am, working with the flail in the barn, working with the spade at the potato tilling and the potato digging, breaking stones on the road. And four years ago the wife died, and it’s lonesome to be housekeeping alone.