One er evening an old kniged ccired, as after a long journey, and  t of no neig a small rose made of rubies t glimmered every moment to a deeper crimson. e s disorder added to t seldom into ts trouble, t do  dream hey do.

    After gazing a  tretc boto, ellectual Flame, let tes of to me at last! And suddenly a loud squealing began in tain side. opped o listen, and  and of voices. ting to make to t a dozen peasants armed  spears , and stood a little apart from roop of o an old man  to go after t imes more to find taken; and ly tell our story to De Courcey, and if  o Fitzgerald; for De Courcey and Fitzgerald ely made a peace, and  knoo whom we belong.

    But by t time, said t, ten.

    A dozen men cannot do more, and it  reasonable t turn out and risk two dozen pigs.

    Can you tell me, said t, if to wrue of ?

    rue as anoto a saint every morning before .

    t o fig, and if you ake t of ttle, and you kno a man in armour is her.

    And turned to ake t to get back to their cabins.

    Are treacherous and impious?

    treac, and no man o pray.

    t, I ing; and  on togeter a time to rack o taking to ascend tains. In a little  o dismount and leave ied to a tree?stem. t track: for ted s clay and mingled prints of tly till more abrupt, and t?prints t t a pig tle  ty minutes,  tood t turn. tiously, and in about five minutes one of t sigruck ts c glanced off  of arro by t bees. toanding up among till quivering bo at once come o   and smote do one