Did ever you hear tell of a place across a bit of the
sea, where there is an island, and the grave of the four
beautiful saints?
MARY DOUL. I've heard people have walked round from the west and
they speaking of that.
TIMMY -- [impressively.] -- There's a green ferny well, I'm told,
behind of that place, and if you put a drop of the water out of
it on the eyes of a blind man, you'll make him see as well as any
person is walking the world.
MARTIN DOUL -- [with excitement.] -- Is that the truth, Timmy?
I'm thinking you're telling a lie.
TIMMY -- [gruffly.] -- That's the truth, Martin Doul, and you may
believe it now, for you're after believing a power of things
weren't as likely at all.
MARY DOUL. Maybe we could send us a young lad to bring us the
water. I could wash a naggin bottle in the morning, and I'm
thinking Patch Ruadh would go for it, if we gave him a good
drink, and the bit of money we have hid in the thatch.
TIMMY. It'd be no good to be sending a sinful man the like of
ourselves, for I'm told the holiness of the water does be getting
soiled with the villainy of your heart, the time you'd be
carrying it, and you looking round on the girls, maybe, or
drinking a small sup at a still.
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