They were loath to do it, and justice must record the fact. They
were angry when they did it, and anger is both mental and intuitive
blindness. It is not the beneficent blindness which prevents one
from seeing without, but it is that desperate darkness which
cloaks the within, and hides the heart and the brain from each
other’s husbandry and wifely recognition. But even those mitigating
circumstances cannot justify the course they adopted, and the wider
idea must be sought for, that out of evil good must ultimately
come, or else evil is vitiated beyond even the redemption of usage.
When they were able to realize of what they had been guilty,
they were very sorry indeed, and endeavoured to publish their
repentance in many ways; but, lacking atonement, repentance is only
a post-mortem virtue which is good for nothing but burial.
When the Leprecauns of Gort na Cloca Mora found they were unable
to regain their crock of gold by any means they laid an anonymous
information at the nearest Police Station showing that two dead
bodies would be found under the hearthstone in the hut of Coille
Doraca, and the inference to be drawn from their crafty missive was
that these bodies had been murdered by the Philosopher for reasons
very discreditable to him.
The Philosopher had been scarcely more than three hours on his
journey to Angus Óg when four policemen approached the little
house from as many different directions, and without any trouble
they effected an entrance. The Thin Woman of Inis Magrath and the
two children heard from afar their badly muffled advance, and
on discovering the character of their visitors they concealed
themselves among the thickly clustering trees. Shortly after the
men had entered the hut loud and sustained noises began to issue
therefrom, and in about twenty minutes the invaders emerged again
bearing the bodies of the Grey Woman of Dun Gortin and her husband.
They wrenched the door off its hinges, and, placing the bodies
on the door, proceeded at a rapid pace through the trees and
disappeared in a short time. When they had departed the Thin Woman
and the children returned to their home and over the yawning hearth
the Thin Woman pronounced a long and fervid malediction wherein
policemen were exhibited naked before the blushes of Eternity....
With your goodwill let us now return to the Philosopher.
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