ne, you are a very true friend of mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, Granya."

"If I wanted a very great favor, would you consider it?"

"Not consider, but do it."

"Yes, but the risk," she faltered. "I hardly dare--"

"What risk? What are you talking about, Granya?" A thought struck him.
"Is it money? Don't be silly and talk about risk! Anything I can give
you is yours, and welcome!"

"It's not money, Shane. And thank you! It's--it's this--"

"Yes, Granya."

"It's this, Shane. Would you--would you bring a ship for me from St.
Petersburg to Lough Foyle, very quietly?"

"What kind of a ship?"

"A ship, just a ship, a sailing-ship."

"What's in the ship?"

She paused. "Guns, Shane."

"No, Granya. I won't."

"Oh, well," she sat down, "I shouldn't have asked."

"Granya," he walked over and caught her shoulder, "don't be foolish."

"I'm not foolish, Shane. If I am, it's done now." She smiled.... The air
crashed out beneath her fingers. Her voice rang:

In came the captain's daughter--the captain of the Yeos--
Saying, "Brave United Irishmen, we'll ne'er again be foes.
One thousand pounds I'll give to you, and go across the sea;
And dress myself in man's attire and fight for liberty!"

"You'll not move one foot from Tusa hErin!"

"O Shane, Tusa hErin's no longer mine, and I've got to go."

"Because the ship and the guns are mine, Shane," she smiled quietly; "my
present."

With a terrific smash of the fist he broke in the top of the piano. The
wires jangled in pandemonium. The candles fell to the floor.

"Hell's fire and God's damnation!" He swore at her. "You fool!"

She rose, her breasts heaving. Her eyes flashed.

"You've no right to speak to me like that, Shane Campbell."

"Oh, yes, I have. Every damned right! Do you think I'd let any woman go
cruising around the North Seas, with a crew of foreigners, and a
shipmaster she doesn't know.... I'll bring the bi--the boat in...."

Section 12

They left the city of strange ugly women, with great spirit in their
faces, and great bearing to the body of them, and of slim cat-like men,
who had great power in their eyes.... A very beautiful city of churches
and hammered brass ... a place of high rarefied thinking and savage
animal passion.... They left it on a July morning with the sun high....
And they sailed east, sou'east down the Gulf of Finland, until Dago
Island was on their port quarter....

And they rolled down the Baltic Sea, sailing sou'-s