《The Secret Rose》第19章

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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