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           —WhenislongJohngoingtohangthatfellowinMountjoy?saysJoe.

           —Bergan,saysBobDoran,wakingup.IsthatAlfBergan?

           —Yes,saysAlf.Hanging?WaittillIshowyou.Here,Terry,giveusapony.Thatbloodyoldfool!Tenthousandpounds.YoushouldhaveseenlongJohn’seye.U.p....

           Andhestartedlaughing.

           —Whoareyoulaughingat?saysBobDoran.IsthatBergan?

           —Hurryup,Terryboy,saysAlf.

           TerenceO’RyanheardhimandstraightwaybroughthimacrystalcupfullofthefoamyebonalewhichthenobletwinbrothersBungiveaghandBungardilaunbreweverintheirdivinealevats,cunningasthesonsofdeathlessLeda.Fortheygarnerthesucculentberriesofthehopandmassandsiftandbruiseandbrewthemandtheymixtherewithsourjuicesandbringthemusttothesacredfireandceasenotnightordayfromtheirtoil,thosecunningbrothers,lordsofthevat.

           Thendidyou,chivalrousTerence,handforth,astothemannerborn,thatnectarousbeverageandyouofferedthecrystalcuptohimthatthirsted,thesoulofchivalry,inbeautyakintotheimmortals.

           Buthe,theyoungchiefoftheO’Bergan’s,couldillbrooktobeoutdoneingenerousdeedsbutgavethereforwithgraciousgestureatestoonofcostliestbronze.