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for some three weeks the wind blew inshore or with too great violence； and the sailors stayed drinking and talking and playing cards； and costello stayed with them； sleeping upon a bench in the shebeen； and drinking and talking and playing more than any。 he soon lost what little money he had； and then his horse； which some one had brought from the mountain boreen； to a spaniard； who sold it to a farmer from the mountains； and then his long cloak and his spurs and his boots of soft leather。 at last a gentle wind blew towards spain； and the crew rowed out to their schooner； singing gaelic and spanish songs； and lifted the anchor； and in a little while the white sails had dropped under the horizon。 then costello turned homeward； his life gaping before him； and walked all day； ing in the early evening to the road that went from near lough gara to the southern edge of lough cay。 here he overtook a great crowd of peasants and farmers； who were walking very slowly after two priests and a group of well？dressed persons； certain of whom were carrying a coffin。 he stopped an old man and asked whose burying it was and whose people they were； and the old man answered： it is the burying of oona； dermotts daughter； and we are the namaras and the dermotts and their following； and you are tumaus costello who murdered her。
costello went on towards the head of the procession； passing men who looked at him with fierce eyes and only vaguely understanding what he had heard； for now that he had lost the understanding that belongs to good health； it seemed impossible that a gentleness and a beauty which had been so long the worlds heart could pass away。 presently he stopped and asked again whose burying it was； and a man answered： we are carrying dermotts daughter winny whom you murdered； to be buried in the island of the holy trinity； and the man stooped and picked up a stone and cast it at costello； striking him on the cheek and making the blood flow out over his face。 costello went on scarcely feeling the blow； and ing to those about the coffin； shouldered his way into the midst of them； and laying his hand upon the coffin； asked in a loud voice： who is in this coffin？
the three old dermotts from the ox mountains caught up stones and bid those about them do the same； and he was driven from the road； covered with wounds； and but for the priests would surely have been killed。
when the procession had passed on； costello began to follow again； and saw from a distance the coffin laid upon a large boat； and those about it get into other boats； and the boats move slowly over the water to insula trinitatis； and after a time he saw the boats return and their passengers mingle with the crowd upon the bank； and all disperse by many roads and boreens。 it seemed to him that winny was somewhere on the island smiling gently as of old； and when all had gone he swam in the way the boats had been rowed and found the new？ made grave beside the ruined abbey of the holy trinity； and threw himself upon it； calling to oona to e to him。 above him the square ivy leaves trembled； and all about him white moths moved over white flowers； and sweet odours drifted through the dim air。
he lay there all that night and through the day after； from time to time calling her to e to him； but when the third night came he had forgotten； worn out with hunger and sorrow； that her body lay in the earth beneath； but only knew she was somewhere near and would not e to him。
just before dawn； the hour when the peasants hear his ghostly voice crying out； his pride awoke and he called loudly： winny； daughter of dermott of the sheep； if you do not e to me i will go and never return to the island of the holy trinity； and before his voice had died away a cold and whirling wind had swept over the island and he saw many figures rushing past； women of the sidhe with crowns of silver and dim floating drapery； and then oona； but no longer smiling gently； for she passed him swiftly and angrily； and as she passed struck him upon the face crying： then go and never return。
he would have followed； and was calling out her name； when the whole glimmering pany rose up into the air； and； rushing together in the shape of a great silvery rose； faded into the ashen dawn。
costello got up from the grave； understanding nothing but that he had made his beloved angry and that she wished him to go； and wading out into the lake； began to swim。 he swam on and on； but his limbs were too weary to keep him afloat； and her anger was heavy about him； and when he had gone a little way he sank without a struggle； like a man passing into sleep and dreams。
the next day a poor fisherman found him among the reeds upon the lake shore； lying upon the white lake sand with his arms flung out as though he lay upon a rood； and carried him to his own house。 and the very poor lamented over him and sang the keen； and when the time had e； laid him in the abbey on insula trinitatis with only the ruined altar between him and dermotts daughter； and planted above them two ash？trees that in after days wove their branches together and mingled their trembling leaves。
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