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He
heard
Meggie
's
laugh
,
and
stood
motionless
,
quite
terrified
,
then
made
his
feet
go
in
the
direction
of
the
sound
,
gone
down
to
delicious
giggling
trills
.
Just
the
way
she
used
to
laugh
when
she
was
a
little
girl
.
There
it
was
!
Over
there
,
behind
a
great
clump
of
pinkishgrey
roses
near
a
pepper
tree
.
He
pushed
the
clusters
of
blossoms
aside
with
his
hand
,
his
mind
reeling
from
their
perfume
,
and
that
laugh
.
But
Meggie
was
n't
there
,
only
a
boy
squatting
in
the
lush
lawn
,
teasing
a
little
pink
pig
which
ran
in
idiotic
rushes
up
to
him
,
galloped
off
,
sidled
back
.
Unconscious
of
his
audience
,
the
boy
threw
his
gleaming
head
back
and
laughed
.
Meggie
's
laugh
,
from
that
unfamiliar
throat
.
Without
meaning
to
,
Cardinal
Ralph
let
the
roses
fall
into
place
and
stepped
through
them
,
heedless
of
the
thorns
.
The
boy
,
about
twelve
or
fourteen
years
of
age
,
just
prepubescent
,
looked
up
,
startled
;
the
pig
squealed
,
curled
up
its
tail
tightly
and
ran
off
.
Clad
in
an
old
pair
of
khaki
shorts
and
nothing
else
,
bare-footed
,
he
was
golden
brown
and
silky-skinned
,
his
slender
,
boyish
body
already
hinting
at
later
power
in
the
breadth
of
the
young
square
shoulders
,
the
well-developed
calf
and
thigh
muscles
,
the
flat
belly
and
narrow
hips
.
His
hair
was
a
little
long
and
loosely
curly
,
just
the
bleached
color
of
Drogheda
grass
,
his
eyes
through
absurdly
thick
black
lashes
intensely
blue
.
He
looked
like
a
very
youthful
escaped
angel
.
"
Hello
,
"
said
the
boy
,
smiling
.
"
Hello
,
"
said
Cardinal
Ralph
,
finding
it
impossible
to
resist
the
charm
of
that
smile
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
"
I
'm
Dane
O'Neill
,
"
answered
the
boy
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
"
My
name
is
Ralph
de
Bricassart
.
"
Dane
O'Neill
.
He
was
Meggie
's
boy
,
then
.
She
had
not
left
Luke
O'Neill
after
all
,
she
had
gone
back
to
him
,
borne
this
beautiful
lad
who
might
have
been
his
,
had
he
not
married
the
Church
first
.
How
old
had
he
been
when
he
married
the
Church
?
Not
much
older
than
this
,
not
very
much
more
mature
.
Had
he
waited
,
the
boy
might
well
have
been
his
.
What
nonsense
,
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
!
If
you
had
n't
married
the
Church
you
would
have
remained
in
Ireland
to
breed
horses
and
never
known
your
fate
at
all
,
never
known
Drogheda
or
Meggie
Cleary
.
"
May
I
help
you
?
"
asked
the
boy
politely
,
getting
to
his
feet
with
a
supple
grace
Cardinal
Ralph
recognized
,
and
thought
of
as
Meggie
's
.
"
Is
your
father
here
,
Dane
?
"
