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Excerpt from When Cromwell Came to Drogheda: A Memory of 1649
I knelt beside the bed and took the worn white hands within my own and my tears fell silently as he feebly blessed me and pointed to the sword upon the wall.
Wear it always, he whispered, for Ire land. I have been hunted from my home and ruined for the sake of a false king. I have been tracked across the desolated land like a beast of prey, but I never swerved from the call of honour or changed sides like the others when they saw the game was lost. For Ireland I have fought a good fight, I have kept the Faith.
He died that evening, passing with the setting sun and leaving me alone in the world.
That night I took the old sword from the wall and kissed the rugged hilt, and prayed that I might wear it too as he had done, and leave behind me when the years had passed away as stainless and as sweet a name.
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I knelt beside the bed and took the worn white hands within my own and my tears fell silently as he feebly blessed me and pointed to the sword upon the wall.
Wear it always, he whispered, for Ire land. I have been hunted from my home and ruined for the sake of a false king. I have been tracked across the desolated land like a beast of prey, but I never swerved from the call of honour or changed sides like the others when they saw the game was lost. For Ireland I have fought a good fight, I have kept the Faith.
He died that evening, passing with the setting sun and leaving me alone in the world.
That night I took the old sword from the wall and kissed the rugged hilt, and prayed that I might wear it too as he had done, and leave behind me when the years had passed away as stainless and as sweet a name.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
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Author
Randal McDonnell
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ISBN - 9780331076943
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm
Page Count - 156
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Author
Randal McDonnell
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ISBN - 9781330806623
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm
Page Count - 158
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