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It
took
Dane
eight
years
in
Rome
to
attain
his
priesthood
,
and
at
their
beginning
no
one
thought
they
could
ever
end
.
Yet
those
eight
years
used
themselves
up
faster
than
any
of
the
Drogheda
people
had
imagined
.
Just
what
they
thought
he
was
going
to
do
after
he
was
ordained
they
did
n't
know
,
except
that
they
did
assume
he
would
return
to
Australia
.
Only
Meggie
and
Justine
suspected
he
would
want
to
remain
in
Italy
,
and
Meggie
at
any
rate
could
lull
her
doubts
with
memories
of
his
content
when
he
came
back
each
year
to
his
home
.
He
was
an
Australian
,
he
would
want
to
come
home
.
With
Justine
it
was
different
.
No
one
dreamed
she
would
come
home
for
good
.
She
was
an
actress
;
her
career
would
founder
in
Australia
.
Where
Dane
's
career
could
be
pursued
with
equal
zeal
anywhere
at
all
.
Thus
in
the
eighth
year
there
were
no
plans
as
to
what
the
children
would
do
when
they
came
for
their
annual
holiday
;
instead
the
Drogheda
people
were
planning
their
trip
to
Rome
,
to
see
Dane
ordained
a
priest
.
*
*
*
"
We
fizzled
out
,
"
said
Meggie
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
dear
?
"
asked
Anne
.
They
were
sitting
in
a
warm
corner
of
the
veranda
reading
,
but
Meggie
's
book
had
fallen
neglected
into
her
lap
,
and
she
was
absently
watching
the
antics
of
two
willy-wagtails
on
the
lawn
.
It
had
been
a
wet
year
;
there
were
worms
everywhere
and
the
fattest
,
happiest
birds
anyone
ever
remembered
.
Bird
songs
filled
the
air
from
dawn
to
the
last
of
dusk
.
"
I
said
we
fizzled
out
,
"
repeated
Meggie
,
crowlike
.
"
A
damp
squib
.
All
that
promise
!
Whoever
would
have
guessed
it
in
1921
,
when
we
arrived
on
Drogheda
?
"
"
How
do
you
mean
?
"
"
A
total
of
six
sons
,
plus
me
.
And
a
year
later
,
two
more
sons
.
What
would
you
think
?
Dozens
of
children
,
half
a
hundred
grandchildren
?
So
look
at
us
now
.
Hal
and
Stu
are
dead
,
none
of
the
ones
left
alive
seem
to
have
any
intention
of
ever
getting
married
,
and
I
,
the
only
one
not
entitled
to
pass
on
the
name
,
have
been
the
only
one
to
give
Drogheda
its
heirs
.
And
even
then
the
gods
were
n't
happy
,
were
they
?
A
son
and
a
daughter
.
Several
grandchildren
at
least
,
you
might
think
.
But
what
happens
?
My
son
embraces
the
priesthood
and
my
daughter
's
an
old
maid
career
woman
.
Another
dead
end
for
Drogheda
.
"
