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~.. And there was the castle. It stood on a small hill directly above

the town, with the higher hills that divided the two valleys behind

it. The twin towers were ancient keeps, hundreds of years old, but

the main building was much more recent.

Both old and new parts had been built in the stone of the coun-

tryside. Moss and lichen had stained the walls here and there, but

for the most part it still gleamed white. The towers dominated all,

declaring it a fortress. It looked as though it should have had a

moat and drawbridge.

If the towers dominated the castle, the castle itself dominated

the surrounding country and the little town in particular. There

was no point from which it could not be seen, no escape, except

under the shadow of a wall or building, from the surveillance of

its windows~ Bella wondered what it must be like to be born and

grow through childhood beneath this stone chaperon~ Presumably

her grandmother had done so. She felt her heart stir insympathy

for the poor peasant girl, as ragged as those she now saw around

her, who had taken away the child of her disgrace to rear in far-

away England.

She walked with her father through the town, past the premises

of A. Mahony, Corn-Factor, D. McGuire, Bacon-Factor, Terence

Bannion, Attorney-at-Law, Michael Ellis, Land Agent & Surveyor

-past the post office and the police barracks, and close on a dozen

public houses, several with open doors that showed men drinking

even at this early hour.

The streets were very dirty, full of muddy puddles, and the

inhabitants of the town looked dreadfully poor and ragged even

though she did not see anyone actually begging~ Even the donkeys,

some harnessed to carts but more wandering loose, were a sorry-

looking lot, ribs showing under their rough coats.

Bella lifted her gaze to the surrounding hills, gently rounded,

emerald-grassed and speckled with white stone. There was no

denying the beauty of the countryside. But it was not easy to con-

centrate on that distant loveliness; inevitably her eyes came back

to the wretchedness of the town and, as inescapably, to the castle

brooding over it.