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           Theybelieveinrod,thescourgeralmighty,creatorofhelluponearth,andinJackyTar,thesonofagun,whowasconceivedofunholyboast,bornofthefightingnavy,sufferedunderrumpanddozen,wasscarified,flayedandcurried,yelledlikebloodyhell,thethirddayhearoseagainfromthebed,steeredintohaven,sittethonhisbeamendtillfurtherorderswhenceheshallcometodrudgeforalivingandbepaid.

           —But,saysBloom,isn’tdisciplinethesameeverywhere.Imeanwouldn’titbethesamehereifyouputforceagainstforce?

           Didn’tItellyou?AstrueasI’mdrinkingthisporterifhewasathislastgasphe’dtrytodownfaceyouthatdyingwasliving.

           —We’llputforceagainstforce,saysthecitizen.WehaveourgreaterIrelandbeyondthesea.Theyweredrivenoutofhouseandhomeintheblack47.TheirmudcabinsandtheirshielingsbytheroadsidewerelaidlowbythebatteringramandtheTimesrubbeditshandsandtoldthewhiteliveredSaxonstherewouldsoonbeasfewIrishinIrelandasredskinsinAmerica.EventheGrandTurksentushispiastres.ButtheSassenachtriedtostarvethenationathomewhilethelandwasfullofcropsthattheBritishhyenasboughtandsoldinRiodeJaneiro.Ay,theydroveoutthepeasantsinhordes.Twentythousandofthemdiedinthecoffinships.Butthosethatcametothelandofthefreerememberthelandofbondage.Andtheywillcomeagainandwithavengeance,nocravens,thesonsofGranuaile,thechampionsofKathleenniHoulihan.

           —Perfectlytrue,saysBloom.Butmypointwas...

           —Wearealongtimewaitingforthatday,citizen,saysNed.