Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Cill na Mullach (uimhir rolla 11855)
- Suíomh:
- Cill na Mallach, Co. Chorcaí
- Múinteoir: An tSiúr Bríd
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0369, Leathanach 350
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- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)spells wrought in the spiritual aroma. Dame Elspeth Buett, too, had never forsworn the religion of her fathers, and had done her best to dissuade her husband from an enterprise that promised non-success.As the first cart stopped, a lone magpie perched on one of the stone pillars of the gateway, ruffled its plumage and chattered hoarsely. Dame Elspeth made the sign of the Cross, and looked apprehensively at her husband, who swore in his matted beard. "God's light, woman stop you Popish mummery and harken to me. Sit not gawking there but alight and cause your wenches to light fires. Our men, restive enough as it is, will want food and others good cheer to chase away their awe of shoveling monks. We war, not with the dispossessed and neither are we afraid of such roaming cathernachs as may be ill advised enough to front our matchlocks.""Hi, there Sheamus,' Unlimber and unload. To-day we occupy the refectory, the gatehouse and the cloisters. Meddle not with the church, but find make-shift stabling as you can. As soon as may be, our provision chests will be opened, and you can cat and drink deep."As he spoke, a shock-headed man(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
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