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Rh has gone sneakin’ off to McCloskey’s,” the little man says. “I saw thim as I flew past.”

“Phadrig!” shouted the King. “Donnell! Conn! Nial! Phelim!” he called.

With that the little min named rose from the ranks, their cloaks spread, an’ come flyin’ back like big green buttherflies, an’ they sthopped huvering in the air above Darby an’ the King.

“What’s wanted?” axed Phelim.

“Does any of yez know where the banshee’s due at this hour?” the King rayplied.

“She’s due in County Roscommon at Castle O’Flinn, if I don’t misraymimber,” spoke up the little fiddler. “But I’m thinking that since Halloween she ain’t worrukin’ much, an’ purhaps she won’t lave Croaghmah.”

“Well, has any one of yez seen Shaun the night, I dunno?” axed the master.

“Sorra one of knows,” says Phadrig. “Nor I,” “Nor I,” “Nor I,” cried one afther the other.

“Well, find where the banshee’s stayin’,” says King Brian. “An’ some of yez, exceptin’ Phadrig, go look for Shaun, an’ tell him I want to see him purtic’lar,” says the King. Rh