"Dark childeen, what is wrong with you? What is wrong? There was a
wing in my heart until I saw you coming."
"Nurse Ellen, there 's a man dead at the abbey. I saw him die, with my
two eyes."
"_O alanna veg_! Is it any one we know? It isn't the master, is it,
or Sir Maurice?"
"No, Nurse Ellen, no! It's no one I know. I was sitting reading by
Mother's grave, and a wee red fox, a wee hunted fox, ran up to me for
help. And then the man came jumping the wall, and his horse reared and
he was killed. I never saw him before, but we know him, Nurse Ellen.
I know we do."
"Why dotey child? Why do you say so?"
"He saw me and he took me for Mother, Nurse Ellen. He called,
'Reynardine!'"
"Was he a dour, black man, child of grace? Would you be afraid of him,
and he alive?"
"Yes, that's he, Nurse Ellen. Who is it we know?"
"It's no one we know, _a lanna_. No one at all."
"But he called, 'Reynardine!'"
"You only think so, dark childeen, you trembling there and standing by
your mother's grave. A trick your mind played you, _machree dheelish_.
He was no one you know, or nothing to you. Only a strange man was it,
a strange bad man."