I
know I shall be with you, wherever you go....

"Here in this dim room, Shane, I know these things. Outside is the
world, that is forgetting or that doesn't care, or will not see. Here in
this dim room, with the red of the fire turning to a gentle yellow, I
know it better than the people in churches, that kindly God lives, that
I love you, Shane, and that we shall not die...."

Section 6

It seemed to him that he must have been in reverie for ages, so much had
he thought sitting there, so much felt.... He had been like a gull
poised on the wing, and now he dropped gently to the calm waters.... New
York to-day, and in two weeks Antrim, and then a rest.... And then
wider spaces than he had ever known, greater adventure.... A day would
come when he would be called, as though some one had said: Shane
Campbell! and then a gesture that made a horse stumble, or a flaw of
wind that would turn over a boat.... Click!...

And it seemed to him that it would be not only sweeter, but wiser to die
in Antrim.... New York was no place for a man like him to die. For an
old man, weary with life's work, there would be gentle hands, and soft
caring, and guidance for tired eyes.... But for a man young spiritually,
strong, there would be no coddling.... He would be expected to jump
forward at the call.... And to go through the maze of smoke and dust,
and the evil jungles of the air one sensed in a great city would
be--waste of time and energy.... In Antrim when the call would come
there would be the clear high air, the friendly glens, the great
encouraging mountains, and the Moyle laughing in the moonlight: Don't be
embarrassed! Don't be afraid!

Above, he heard a door shut. There was no longer the patter of the boys'
feet on the floor, nor the drag of the maid's shoes, but Granya's firm
light step he could sense somehow, and then came a little sound to him,
that he knew was her dropping to her knees by Alan Beg's bed, while she
recited for him, taught him, the great prayer.... Shane bowed his head
in reverence.... He could see the dim beauty of her face, her great
trusting eyes, her sweet hands.... Almost could he hear her voice, so
close was she in his heart....

Section 7

"Our Father, ..."

He could see the symbols that were in her mind, because they were in his
too, the gentle pictures that translated the thought these words evoked:
the great majestic figure with the strong hands and gentle eyes, the
eyes that smiled when