I took those stories up to bed with me.

They never left my memory; they became a part of me.

I saw myself behaving now as one, now as the other, of those two men had behaved, perhaps in the crisis of a battle bringing ruin upon my country, certainly dishonouring my father and all the dead men whose portraits hung ranged in the hall.

I tried to get the best of my fears.
I hunted, but with a map of the country-side in my mind.

I foresaw every hedge, every pit, every treacherous bank." "Yet you rode straight," interrupted Ethne.