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.It was going to get colder.There was a veil of rain to the northeast over the Maum Hills.“I don’t know.I don’t think so.But it wouldn’t have made a difference.He’d have told the stories anyway.I asked Padraic one day if he minded, and he said my father only made them richer, and that was a good thing, for all of us, for Ireland.”“He loves Ireland, doesn’t he.” It was an observation; she intended no question in it.Brendan looked at her.“You didn’t come to Galway looking for me, did you? I thought at first you did.I thought you might have wondered if I killed Connor Riordan … over Maggie.I didn’t.” He said it vehemently, as if it were still somehow open to question.Emily realized that that was what his mother was afraid of.She knew the violence in Seamus, perhaps she had even been a victim of it at times, and she imagined it in Brendan too, as if even Seamus’s faults, repeated, could somehow keep him alive for her.No wonder Brendan had fled to Galway, or anywhere, to be free of the imprisonment of her dreams.“I know you didn’t,” she answered him.He swung around to face her.“Do you? Do you know it, or are you afraid to let me think you suspect me, in case I hurt you?”“I know you didn’t,” she told him.“Because I know who did, with a far better reason than you have.”“Do you?” He searched her face, and must have seen some honesty in it, because he smiled, and his clenched hands on the reins eased.“You should say good-bye to your mother properly, and then go back to Galway, or Sligo, or even Dublin.Anywhere you want to,” she said.“What about the village?” he asked.“We’re deceived by our own dreams.Padraic has taken our myths and polished them until they look the way he thinks they should, and we’ve come to believe it’s the truth.”“And it isn’t?” Although she knew the answer.He smiled.“He makes it more glamorous than it was.He creates saints that never existed, and making ordinary men with faults that were ugly and selfish into heroes with flaws that you love as much as their virtues.Then we’ve looked at the delusion because no one dares break the reflection in the glass.”“And Connor Riordan saw that?”He looked at her, a flare of understanding in his eyes.“Yes.Connor saw everything.He saw that I love Maggie, and that Fergal doesn’t know how to laugh and cry, and win her.And that my mother can’t let my father lie in his grave as who he really was.And Father Tyndale thinks God has abandoned him because he can’t save us against our will.And other things.I daresay he knew Kathleen and Mary O’Donnell and little Bridie, and everyone else.”He did not mention Padraic Yorke, and she did not either.They drove the rest of the way in companionable silence, or speaking of the land and its seasons, and the old tales of the Flahertys and the Conneelys.Emily set Brendan down in the middle of the village, then took Jenny and the trap back to Father Tyndale.He did not ask her what she had learned, and she did not tell him.Daniel walked back home with her, carrying her bag.He looked at her curiously, but he did not ask.She thought perhaps that he already guessed.She finally sat alone with Susannah in the evening, when Maggie and Fergal had left, and Daniel was in the study reading.Susannah had a little color back in her face, and she seemed briefly recovered again, though the faraway look in her eyes was still there, as if she were preparing to leave.Soon it would be Christmas Eve, and she was longing for the gift that Emily had for her.“Hugo did know the truth,” Emily said gently, placing her hands over Susannah’s thin fingers on the coverlet.They were upstairs, where Daniel could not possibly overhear them.“Possibly more than we ever will.He did not tell it because he did not realize that the village’s own fear would poison it, eating away its heart.If he had understood, I believe he would have told Father Tyndale, and let him see justice done.”Susannah smiled slowly and the tears filled her eyes.“Did you tell Father?”“No.I will tell you, and you can do as you think best, whatever you think Hugo would have done, were he here,” Emily replied.Then she recounted what she had learned in Galway, and added a little of her certainty about Brendan Flaherty also.“I was afraid it could have been Brendan,” Susannah admitted.“Or Fergal.He thought Maggie was in love with Connor.”“I think she was in love with Connor’s ideas, his imagination,” Emily said.Susannah smiled.“I think we all were.And afraid of him.He could sing too, you know, even better than Seamus.Colleen Flaherty hated him for that.I think he knew what a bully Seamus was too.” She sighed.“Poor Padraic.Could it have been a fight, or an accident?”“I don’t know.But even if it was, Padraic let the village be poisoned by it.”“Yes … I know.” They sat in silence for several moments.“Father Tyndale has been to see me every day.He’ll come tomorrow, and I’ll tell him.Hugo would have.” Her fingers curled over Emily’s and tightened.“Thank you.”The next day when Father Tyndale came in the morning, Emily left him with Susannah and she walked alone along the shore towards the place where Connor Riordan had died.The marker stone was higher up, beyond where the sea reached, but she wished to stand where he had been alive, and tell his spirit that the truth was known.It could hardly matter, except to the living.Even Hugo Ross would know without her telling him.It was simply a sense of completion.The waves were strong, hissing up the sand, gouging it out, sucking it back in again, and burying it under with deceptive violence.She could see how easily a slip of the footing could be fatal [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]