A man, with thin brown hair and a pale face, half ran, half walked, along the road that wound from the south to the town of Sligo. Many called him Cumhal, the son of ad many called him the Swift, Wild Horse; and he was a gleeman, and he wore a short parti?coloured doublet, and had pointed shoes, and a bulging wallet. Also he was of the blood of the Ernaans, and his birth?place was the Field of Gold; but his eating and sleeping places where the four provinces of Eri, and his abiding place was not upon the ridge of the earth. His eyes strayed from the Abbey tower of the White Friars and the town battlements to a row of crosses which stood out against the sky upon a hill a little to the eastward of the town, and he ched his fist, and shook it at the crosses. He khey were y, for the birds were fluttering about them; ahought how, as like as not, just suabond as himself was hanged on one of them; atered: If it were hanging or bing, or stoning or beheading, it……（内容加载失败！）
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