"'Your horse in the stable will miss you, Alan Donn. Poor beastie, he'll miss you sore. Your servant boys will miss you, they that would jump if you but dropped your pipe. The green fairways of Portrush will miss you when spring comes, and you not hitting the ball against the champions of the world. The lambs will miss you, wee lambs of the fields, and the colts. They'll be missing you, but't will be nothing to our missing you. This night your dogs will be crying, and we'll be crying too. "'Young woman look back of you, and see if the nine glens of Antrim are there. I wouldn't be surprised if they were gone, now Alan Donn's in the bitter sea.' "Then up comes this woman, and she had a great cloak on--" "What woman, Simon Fraser?" "The woman there was talk of Alan Donn marrying. The woman from over the sea." "'Has anybody seen Mr. Campbell?' And we don't understand. "It's Alan Donn she means,' says Hughie Rafferty. "Then the ould one on her knees takes up her keening. And this woman understands. Her face goes white. She sees the schooner being battered by the Moyle. "'Did he go out to that?' she asks. "'Yes, ma'am, your Ladyship's Honor.' "'He didn't get there?' "'The drowning wave caught Alan Donn,' says Hughie Rafferty. "For a moment you'd think she hadn't heard. Then--a strange thing--a wee smile came on her face, and suddenly it changed to a queer twist, all over the face of her. Then she stood up proudly and looked out to sea ... and two tears came to the eyes of her and she raised her head higher still.... The tears came in spite of her ... and suddenly she gave a wee gulp like a person who's sick.... And she turned and began to stumble away in the sand.... A couple of the young ones went as if to help her, but she turned. "'Please,' was all she said. And she went off on her lee lone. "And then says Hughie Rafferty: 'The tide will bring him to Cushendall.' "And at Cushendall next day we found the corp. There wasn't a mark on him. Even the things of the deep water had respect for Alan Doon." "What was this woman like, Simon Fraser? This woman there was talk of Alan Donn marrying?" "This woman was not a woman of Alan Donn's age. An' she was not a young woman. Her face was showing not the face of a girl but the face of herself. She had a proud face and a brave face. This woman would be around twenty-five. "She was a brown woman: she had brown eyes and brown hair. She was not an Irishwoman. She was an Englishwoman. She had no Gaelic. And her English was not our English. This woman could ride a horse, though not too well. She would put a horse at a jump, though she was afeared of it. "This woman had money. She was a niece of the admiral's, and she was on a long visit to the admiral's house.