verywhere ...
"Put fear away," he had preached in Africa; "let darkness flee. I come
to tell of the light of the world ... After me will come the sellers of
gin and of guns. But I shall give you a great magic against them ...
Little children love one another ..." In China his fire had shamed
philosophers: "I know your alms-giving. I know your benevolence. It is
selfishness. Though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I
deliver my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me
nothing. Unless ye become as little children ..." And in the sensuous
Indian lands, his voice rose in a great shout: "Subtle Greece is dead,"
he proclaimed, "and razed are the fanes of Ephesus. And the Unknown God
slinks only through the midnight streets ..." "Blessed are the pure in
heart ..." He had gone like a flame through the pagan places of the
world, and here he was dying in the Antrim glens, with the quiet of
Christ about him, the droning of God's little bees, and the lowing of
the cattle of Bethlehem ... He was a great man. He had only one
contempt: for hired clergymen.

There were three folk of heroic stature around him: the admiral, and
Simon Fowler, and the woman of Tusa hErin.

Section 4

A very small townland is Tusa hErin, the smallest in Ireland, it is
said. And a very strange name on it: Tusa hErin, the beginning of
Ireland. Why it is so called, none know. Possibly because some
Highlanders named it this on landing there. Probably because it was a
division between the Scottish and Irish clans. So it was called when the
Bruce fled to Ireland. So it is called to this day.

Twenty acres or so are in it--a wind and sea lashed little estate, a
great gray house and a garden of yew-trees. For ten years it had been
untenanted, until a Miss O'Malley had bought it, and opened the great
oak doors, and let the sea-air blow through the windows of it, and
clipped the garden of the yews. The country people knew little of her,
except that she had a great reserve. To the glensmen she was _Bean Tusig
Erin_, the woman of Tusa hErin.

"What kind of a person is she?" Shane asked.

"A strange woman is in it, your Honor; a strange and dark woman."

"An old lady?"

"If she was one of us, she would be an old woman, your Honor, what with
the bitter work and the hard ways. But being what she is, she is a young
woman, your Honor. I heard tell she said she was thirty-four."

"Is she good-looking?"

"Well, now, your Honor,