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"
Meggie
,
I
love
you
,
I
always
will
.
But
I
'm
a
priest
,
I
ca
n't
...
I
just
ca
n't
!
"
She
got
to
her
feet
quickly
,
straightened
her
blouse
,
stood
looking
down
at
him
and
smiling
a
twisted
smile
which
only
threw
the
failed
pain
in
her
eyes
into
greater
emphasis
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
Ralph
.
I
'll
go
and
see
if
Mrs.
Smith
can
get
you
something
to
eat
,
then
I
'll
bring
you
the
horse
liniment
.
It
's
marvelous
for
bringing
out
a
bruise
;
stops
the
soreness
much
better
than
kisses
ever
could
,
I
daresay
.
"
"
Is
the
phone
working
?
"
he
managed
to
say
.
"
Yes
.
They
strung
a
temporary
line
on
the
trees
and
reconnected
us
a
couple
of
hours
ago
.
"
But
it
was
some
minutes
after
she
left
him
before
he
could
compose
himself
sufficiently
to
seat
himself
at
Fee
's
escritoire
.
"
Give
me
trunks
,
please
,
switch
.
This
is
Father
de
Bricassart
at
Drogheda
--
Oh
,
hello
,
Doreen
;
still
on
the
switch
,
I
see
.
Nice
to
hear
your
voice
,
too
.
One
never
knows
who
switch
is
in
Sydney
;
she
's
just
a
bored
voice
.
I
want
to
put
an
urgent
call
through
to
His
Grace
the
Archbishop
Papal
Legate
in
Sydney
.
His
number
is
XX-2324
.
And
while
I
'm
waiting
for
Sydney
,
put
me
through
to
Bugela
,
Doreen
.
"
There
was
barely
time
to
tell
Martin
King
what
had
happened
before
Sydney
was
on
the
line
,
but
one
word
to
Bugela
was
enough
.
Gilly
would
know
from
him
and
the
eavesdroppers
on
the
party
line
,
and
those
who
wished
to
brave
a
ride
through
Gilly
mud
would
be
at
the
funerals
.
"
Your
Grace
?
This
is
Father
de
Bricassart
...
Yes
,
thank
you
,
I
arrived
safely
,
but
the
plane
's
bogged
to
its
fuselage
in
mud
and
I
'll
have
to
come
back
by
train
...
Mud
,
Your
Grace
,
m-u-d
mud
!
No
,
Your
Grace
,
everything
up
here
becomes
impassable
when
it
rains
.
I
had
to
ride
from
Gillanbone
to
Drogheda
on
horseback
;
that
's
the
only
way
one
can
even
try
in
rain
...
That
's
why
I
'm
phoning
,
Your
Grace
.
It
was
as
well
I
came
.
I
suppose
I
must
have
had
some
sort
of
premonition
...
Yes
,
things
are
bad
,
very
bad
.
Padraic
Cleary
and
his
son
Stuart
are
dead
,
one
burned
to
death
in
the
fire
,
one
smothered
by
a
boar
...
A
b-o-a-r
boar
,
Your
Grace
,
a
wild
pig
...
Yes
,
you
're
right
,
one
does
speak
a
slightly
bizarre
English
up
here
.
"
