"
"Enough is as good as a feast, Murtagh, I am no longer in the cue
for Finn. I would rather hear your own history. Now tell us, man,
all that has happened to ye since Dungarvon times of old?"
"Och, Shorsha, it would be merely bringing all my sorrows back upon
me!"
"Well, if I know all your sorrows, perhaps I shall be able to find
a help for them. I owe you much, Murtagh; you taught me Irish, and
I will do all I can to help you."
"Why, then, Shorsha, I'll tell ye my history. Here goes!"
CHAPTER XLV
Murtagh's Tale.
"Well, Shorsha, about a year and a half after you left us--and a
sorrowful hour for us it was when ye left us, losing, as we did,
your funny stories of your snake--and the battles of your military-
-they sent me to Paris and Salamanca, in order to make a saggart of
me."
"Pray excuse me," said I, "for interrupting you, but what kind of
place is Salamanca?"
"Divil a bit did I ever see of it, Shorsha!"
"Then why did ye say ye were sent there? Well, what kind of place
is Paris? Not that I care much about Paris."
"Sorrow a bit did I ever see of either them, Shorsha, for no one
sent me to either. When we says at home a person is going to Paris
and Salamanca, it manes that he is going abroad to study to be a
saggart, whether he goes to them places or not.
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