Rang Gaeilge, 6ú lá na Márta 2021

Duinnín agus na Beacha

Saite, a swarm (of bees, {et cetera})… MacShaithe, a second swarm
cráin beiche, a female bee
máthair áil, mother of a brood, a prolific mother, a queen-bee
céir bheach, bees wax, honey in the comb
fig. what is choice or perfect; c. bheach is péarla na Muimhneach, the choice and pearl of the men of Munster; but (iron.) Tá sé ‘na céir bheach agat

  • Bhí an tAthair Pádraig istigh sa Leabharlann Náisiúnta, falla foclóirí[gpl] thart air, píosaí páipéir le focail luachmhara breactha orthu ag titim ina gconfetti ar an urlár thart air. Taobh leis bhí East Lynne le Mrs. Henry Woods [Diolann Amazon an leabhar sin]. Bhí dhá chairéad, duileasc agus úll leagtha amach go néata ar an leabhar seo. Léifadh sé Mrs. Henry ag am lóin chun a intinn a fhuaradh. Go dtí sin, choinneodh sí na cairéidí amach ón dúch.

    Father Dineen was in the National Library, a wall of dictionaries around him, pieces of paper with valuable words written on them falling like confetti on the floor around him. Beside him was East Lynne by Mrs. Henry Woods. There were two carrots, dulse[a seaweed] and an apple were neatly laid out on this book. He would read Mrs. Henry at lunchtime to cool his mind. Until then, she would keep the carrots out of the ink.

    falla = ballawallm
    luachmharValuable, costly, precious
    breacthaspeckled, dappled; written
    cairéadcarrotm
    duileascdulse[a seaweed]

  • ‘Saithe … saithe óg …’ ar seisean leis féin, ‘chuala mé leagan níos fearr ná san … ní fheadar cá háit?’

    D’fhéach sé thart air…. Ar an dea-uair, thagadh freagra chuige ó na leabhair faoi mar a fhreagraíonn uisce faoi thalamh don tslat choill i láimh draíodóra. Tada.

    ‘Saithe beach … saithe . . .’ ar seisean ag brú ar a chuimhne agus ag féachaint ar dhúradáin deannaigh i nga gréine.

    ‘Gleann na Smól!’ ar seisean ar deireadh. ‘Bhí focal éigin ar leith ag Peadar Ó Sé don dara nó don tríú saithe a fhágann an choirceog.’


    ‘Swarm … a young swarm …’ he said to himself. ‘I’ve heard a better version than that … I wonder where?’

    He looked around…. Sometines, an answer comes from the books like underground water answers the hazel rod in the hand of a magician. Nothing[??].

    ‘Swarm of bees… swarm …’ he said pressing on his memory and looking at specks of dust in a sunbeam.

    ‘Valley of the Ember’ he finally said. ‘Peadar Ó Sé had a special word for the second or third swarm that leaves the hive.’

    feadairKnow, knewdef. only with negative or interrogative
    brúPress, crushm
    dúradánmote, speckm
    dúradán deannaighspeck of dust
    gaspear, dart; sting; ray
    smóllive coal, ember
    smól = smólachthrushm
    ar leithin particular
    coirceoghivef

  • Bhí an uain fábharach: boinn agus sála nua faoina bhróga, an hata ard ba shine dá raibh aige ar a cheann – rud a d’fhág go mba chuma leis báisteach. Chuir sé a lón ina phóca agus as go brách leis ar thóir an fhocail. Ba bheachaire é Peadar Ó Sé, duine de na cainteoirí dúchais deiridh i nGleann na Smól. Ba sprionlóir é freisin. Choinneodh sé a stór focal mar a choinnigh sé a chuid airgid … slán gan ídiú.

    The time was favorable: new soles and heels under his shoes, the oldest tall hat he had on his head – it did not matter that it was raining. He put his lunch in his pocket and off he went in search of the word. Peadar Ó Sé was a bee-keeper, one of the last native speakers in the Valley of the Ember. He was a miser as well. He would keep his vocabulary like he kept his money … safe without wear.

    uainOpportune time, free time; occasion; opportunity;
    interval of time; space, respite;
    Turn, spell; Weather, season
    f
    fábharach = fabhrachfavorable, partial
    bonnsolem
    sáilheelf nplsála
    go bráchforever
    as go brách leisoff he went
    sprionlóirmiser, skinflintm
    ídiúConsumption, wear; abuse, destructionm

  • D’ith an Duinníneach slám duilisc agus é ag cur de trí Fhaiche Stiofáin. Chuaigh sé suas Sráid Fhearchair, thar Dhroichead Phortobello chomh fada leis na ceapacha i Ráth Maonais áit ar thug sé ceacht beag ar an gcopail ‘is’ do gharraíodóir, mac léinn Gaeilge dá chuid, mar mhalairt ar lán póca de phíseanna agus scailliúin, a lóín bóthair.

    Dineen ate a handful of dulse as he went through Stephen’s Green. He went up Harcourt Street, over Portobello Bridge as far as the plots at Rathmines where he gave a little lesson on the copula ‘is’ for a gardener, an Irish student of his, in exchange for a pocketful of peas and scallions, his road lunch.

    slámlock, tuft, handfulm
    Faichelawn, greenf
    ceapachtillage, plot, bed
    garraíodóirgardenerm
    malairtchange, alternative; exchangef

  • Ní túisce an chathair fágtha ina dhiaidh aige ná gur thóg sé Mrs. Henry Woods amach as póca eile agus léigh se ar a shuaimhneas agus é ag siúl.

    Shroich sé an Gleann agus an ghrian ag buíochan agus chas sé isteach sa bhóithrín a thabharfadh chuig teach Uí Shé é.

    Chuir Cáit Uí Odhráin, comharsa Pheadair, spéic air. Bhí éadaí á scaradh aici ar na tomóga aitinn le taobh a tí.

    ‘A Athair, a chroí,’ ar sise, ‘tí[?] an citeal ar fiuchadh agus na fataí ar an mbord. Buail isteach tamall.’

    ‘Nár laga Dia thú.’

    Níor thug sí an drochscéal dó go raibh béile ite aige, é ag ól tae agus ag cur cainte ar Shéamas, Eoin agus Neans, leanaí an tí.

    ‘Cailleadh Peadar bocht coicíos ó shin, go ndéanaí Dia trócaire air.’

    No sooner had he left the city than he took Mrs. Henry Woods out of another pocket and read peacefully while walking.

    He reached the Valley with the sun mellowing[yellowing] and turned into the country lane that would take him to O’Shea’s house.

    Cáit Uí Odhráin, Peadar’s neighbor, accosted him. She was spreading clothes on the gorse bushes by the side of her house

    ‘Father, dear,’ she said, ‘the kettle is on the point of boiling and the potatoes are on the table. Drop in for a while.

    ‘God did not weaken you ‘

    She did not get from him the bad news that he had already eaten a meal, drinking tea and talking with James, John and Nance, the children of the house.

    ‘Poor Peter died two weeks ago, may God have mercy on him. “

    túisceSooner, rather; first
    suaimhneasPeace, tranquillity; quietness, restm
    buíochanyellowing, mellowingf
    spéicspeech
    scaradhseparationm
    tomógsmall bushf
    aiteanngorsem gs aitinn
    fiuchadhboiling, boilm
    Marked line, track

  • ‘Go bhfóire Dia orainn. Cad a bhain dó?

    ‘A bheacha féin, Dia ár sábháil, a mharaigh é. Cuireadh coiste cróinéara air. Tháinig saineolaí éigin i láthair a dúirt gur bhailigh beacha Pheadair nimh ó na ródaideandróin. D’aimsigh an saineolaí nimh ródaideandróin i gcillíní druidte sa mhil chíre. Na beacha a bhailigh é gan dabht ar bith, ar seisean. Timpist. Tharla a leithéid cheana. Hannibal, a dúirt sé. Scriosadh a arm siúd nuair a d’ith na saighdiúirí mil nimhe a rinne beacha a bhí ag diúl ródaideandróin.’

    ‘God save us. What took him?

    ‘His own bees, God our salvation, killed him. A coroner’s jury was put on it. Some expert was presented who said that Peter’s bees collected poison from the rhododendrons. The poison expert found rhododendron in closed cells in the honey comb. The bees collected it without a doubt, he said. The like has happened before. Hannibal, he said. His army was destroyed when the soldiers ate poisoned honey made by bees sucking rhododendrons. [Actually Xenophon or Pompey]

    saineolaíexpertm
    aimsighaim, find, attempt
    cillíncellm
    druidteclosed, shut
    milhoneyf
    cíorcombcíre
    Timipisteaccident
    scriosscrape, tear off; Scratch out, erase, delete
    armweaponm
    diúlsuckvn diúl

  • ‘Ach a Cháit, a chroí, an bhfaca tusa riamh beach bhaile ag diúl róslabhrais,’ arsa an Duinníneach agus iontas air.

    `Ní fhaca. Bíonn bumhóga ag gabháilt de ach ní fhaca mé beach mheala riamh ar rosydander.’

    ‘Ná mise, ná mise. Ar mharaigh an mhil nimhe na beacha?’

    ‘Ní mharódh neachtar ar bith na beacha. Nach faoina gcomhair a cruthaíodh é?’

    Chuir Cáit cíor mheala ar an mbord os a chomhair taobh le cáca baile agus mias ime.

    ‘Níor éirigh sibh as a bheith ag ithe meala’?’

    ‘But Cait, dear, have you even seeh a hive bee sucking rhododendrons?’

    ‘No. Bumblebees take from it but I have never seen a honey bee on rosydander.’

    ‘Nor I, nor I. Did the poison honey kill the bees?’

    ‘No nectar would kill the bees. Wasn’t it created for them?’

    Cait placed a honey comb on the table in front of her beside homemade cake and a butter dish.

    ‘Didn’t you stop eating honey? ‘

    róslabhrasrose laurelm
    gabháilCatch, seizure, capture
    Faoi chomhair, i gcomhairfor, intended for
    miasdish; Board, slab; table

  • ‘Tá an bheachlann s’againne i ngiorracht céad slat do cheann Pheadair ach bhíomar á ithe i gcaitheamh an ama gan díobháil. Níor éirigh Tom as a bheith á ithe in aon chor. Choinníos ó na leanaí é tamall. Ach is searbh é an saol gan é. Féach ar an gcíor mheala sin romhat … mil earraigh. Tá sceach agus úll agus luifearnach an ghleanna ann. Is é is dóichí ná go raibh beacha Pheadair stiúgtha agus gur óladar an drochrud dá bharr san. Níor chaith sé go maith leo.’

    ‘Our beehive is within a hundred yards of Peter’s but we were eating all the time unharmed. Tom never stopped eating in any case. I kept it away from the children for a while. But life is bitter without him/it. Look at that honey comb in front of you … spring honey. There are thorn bushes and apples and weed in the valley. It is likely that Peter’s bees perished as a result of when they drank a bad thing. He did not treat them well.

    beachlannapiaryf
    giorrachtShortness, brevityf
    díobháil Loss, deprivation, want; Injury, harm, damagef
    cor Turn, turning movement
    searbhBitter, sour, acid
    sceachthorn bush
    luifearnachweedsf
    dóichaLikely, probablecomp dóichí
    stiúgexpire, perish
    óladarthey drank

  • Chuir an Duinníneach slaod meala anuas ar lochán leáite ime ar chanta aráin agus d’ith sé le fonn é.

    ‘Cé leis ar fhág Peadar an talamh?’

    ‘Níor dhein sé uacht. Gheobhaidh Nóra, neacht Pheadair, é agus is maith sin. Tá sí ag druidim leis an dá scór, í ag siúl amach leis an gcúntóir siopa sin aici le deich mbliana agus gan aon chaoi acu pósadh, cheal maoine.’

    ‘An dtagadh sí ar cuairt go minic?’

    ‘O am go chéile.’

    Dineen put a layer of honey down on the puddle of melted butter on the chunk of bread and ate it eagerly.

    ‘To whom did Peter leave the land?’

    ‘He did not make a will. Nora, Peter’s niece, will get it and that’s good. She is nearly 40, she has been dating the shop assistant for ten years and they have no way of getting married, lacking property.’

    ‘Did she visit often?’

    ‘Occasionally’

    slaod Swath, layer; Flowing mass; Prostration,
    stupefaction; float, raft
    m
    lochánSmall lake, pond; puddle
    leáighmelt
    cantachunkm
    fonnDesire, wish, inclination, urgem
    uachtwill, testamentf
    druidClose, shut; approach, draw near
    cúntóirHelper, assistantm
    cealWant, lack; absence ofm
    maoinGift, benefit; Property, wealthf

  • ‘ ‘Raibh sí anseo le gairid?’

    ‘Mí an Mheithimh. Tá’s agam é mar gur chuir Peadar chugainn í chun árthach na mbeach a fháil ar iasacht ó Tom.’

    ‘Cad é sin, a thaisce, árthach na mbeach?’

    ‘Gléas chun siúicre leáite a thabhairt dóibh nuair a bhíonn earrach mall ann agus gan dóthain meala fágtha acu … Ar ndóigh, chuaigh Tom sna tríthí[???] ag gáirí … a leithéid de sheafóid … siúicre a thahhairt do na beacha agus fómhar an earraigh faoi lán tseoil. Faoi Mheitheamh ba chóir go mbeadh gach coirceog ar mire beochta.’

    ‘Was she here recently?’

    June. I have it because Peter sent her to us to borrow the vessel of bees from Tom.

    ‘What is that, dear, the vessel of bees?’

    ‘A device for giving them melted sugar when there is a slow spring and they do not have enough honey left … Of course, Tom went laughing through it.[???]… Such nonsense … give sugar to the bees and spring harvest is in full swing. By June every hive should be in a frenzy of life.’

    gairidshort
    le gairidrecently
    árthachVessel, ship, boat; container, earthenware vesselm
    iasachtLending, borrowing; loanf
    taisceStore, treasure, hoardf
    Gléasgloss, polish; order, arrangement; instrument, apparatusm
    leáitemelted
    mall slow
    dóthainEnough, sufficiency.f
    seolsail; coursem
    coirceoghivef
    mire Quickness, rapidity; spiritedness, ardour; Madness, frenzy.f
    beocht Life, animationf

  • ‘Ach is i mí an Mheithimh a thug Peadar bia dá bheacha?’

    ‘Is dócha nár fhág Peadar dóthain meala ag na créatúirí anuraidh agus nár thángadar chucu féin i mhliana dá bharr.’

    ‘Nóra a tháinig faoina choinne?’

    ‘Nóra, agus b’í a thug ar ais chugainn é freisin agus milseáin aici do na leanaí. B’shin an uair dheireanach ar thug sí cuairt ar a huncail. D’éirigh eatarthu.’

    ‘Cén chúis spairne a bhí acu?’

    ‘But it was in June that Peter fed his bees?’

    ‘Peter probably didn’t leave enough honey for the creatures last year and they had not come back this year as a result.

    ‘Nora came [appointed???] for him?

    ‘Nora, and she also brought it back to us and had sweets for the children. That was the last time she visited her uncle. They quarreled.’

    ‘What was the cause of the fight they had?’/p>

    anuraidhlast year
    spairnFight, contention, strugglef

  • ‘Fuadar pósta a tháinig ar Pheadar. Shíl sé go bpósfadh Molly Barnwall é. Is le Molly an gabháltas atá ar thaobh an chnoic dá cheann féin. Nóisean a bhuail é – go bpósfaidís agus go ndéanfaí aon fheirm amháin den dá cheann … Ach tá páirc luachra idir an dá fhearann agus is le Nóra an pháirc luachra, stráice caol talún a fuair sí óna máthair. Ní raibh airgead riamh ag muintir Nóra chun teach a thógáil air. Scraith móna ar charraig. Ní fhásfadh aitinn ná raithneach air. Chuaigh Peadar bog agus cruaidh ar Nóra é a ghéilleadh dó.’

    ‘Ní ghéillfeadh Nóra dó é?’

    ‘A rush to get married came on Peter. He thought that Molly Barnewall would marry him. Molly has a holding on his own side of the hill. A notion struck him – that they would marry and would make one farm of the two… But there is a rush field between the two domains and the rush field belongs to Nora, a narrow stretch of land she got from her mother. Nora’s people never had money to build a house on it. Strip of peat on rock. Gorse or fern would not grow on it. Peter went soft and hard for Nora to yield to him.

    ‘Nora wouldn’t yield to him?’

    fuadarrush, hurrym
    gabháltasholdingm
    luachairrushes
    fearannLand, territory, domain; field, farm, grounds; portion
    stráicestriop
    géillyield, submit
    móinTurf, peatf gs móna
    aitieann Furze, gorse, whinm gs aitinn
    raithneachfern, brackenf

  • ‘Ní raibh sé sásta é a cheannach ar a luach. D’éirigh Nóra teasaí agus dúirt sí nach raibh ann ach spanlóir ag speabhraíd agus nach bpósfadh Molly é dá mba leis [ownership] an gleann. Bhí an ceart ag Nóra. Baintreach óg í Molly, tigh agus feirm theolaí aici agus a rogha féin de bhaitsiléirí an cheantair. Ach bhí Peadar le ceangal. Shíl Tom s’agamsa go ndéanfadh sé uacht ag fágáil a raibh aige, le teann spídiúlachta, don Eaglais … Gaibh mo leithscéal, a Athair. Mar a tharla, níor dhein sé uacht sular cailleadh é agus gheobhaidh Nóra a cuid. Nil éinne den mhuintir fágtha ach í.’

    ‘He was not willing to buy it for its value. Nora got hot and said that nothing was there but delusions of a Spindle-legged person and that Molly would not marry him if the valley belonged to him. Nora was right. Molly is a young widow, she has a cozy house and farm and her own choice of the local bachelors. But Peter was fit to be tied. Tom and I thought he would make a will leaving what he had, out of sheer miserlyness, to the Church … excuse me, Father. As it happened, he had not made a will before he died and Nora will get her share. None of his people are left but her.’

    luachvalue
    spanlóirSpindle-legged person
    speabhraídHallucination; (pl.) illusions, fantasies, ravingsf
    Baintreachwidow
    teolaíWarm, cosy, comfortable
    baitsiléirBachelorm
    teannstrength, force
    spídiúlachtDisparagement, vituperativeness, abusiveness; Harsh treatment

  • ‘Pósfaidh sí a buachaill bán agus tiocfaidh siad anseo ag feirmeoireacht?’

    Ní raihh aon lúcháir ar an Duinníneach agus é á rá. Bhí tinneas croí air.

    ‘Siopa atá uathu. Rún é go fóill, a Athair, ach tá Tom s’agamsa agus Nóra ag seafteáil[???]. Tá an talamh s’againne ag bordáil ar fhearann Pheadair, taohh an ghleanna de. Dá bhféadfáimis é a cheannach … thar tréimhse, ar ndóigh … triúr clainne . . . soláthar a dhéanamh dóibh . . .’

    ‘Will she marry her fair-haired boy and come farming here?

    Dineen took no joy in saying it. A sickness was on his heart.

    ‘They want a shop. It’s still a secret, Father, but Tom and I and Nora ????. Our land borders Peter’s plot, at the side of the valley. If only we could buy it… over time, of course … three children. . . provide for them…

    lúcháirWelcoming joy, gladness, exultationf
    tréimhseperiod, term
    solátharCollection, procurement; supply, provision

  • Ghearr Cáit slios eile den cháca don Duinníneach. Leath sé mil go tiubh air agus chogain sé go mall agus é ag cuimhneamh.

    Inis dom, a Cháit, an bhféadfádh go gcuirfeadh beacha siúicre leáite sa chíor, seachas é a ithe?’

    `B’fhéidir, dá mbeadh farasbarr neachtair ag teacht isteach ó na páirceanna. Ach ní thabharfá siúicre dóibh agus iad ag saothrú na mbláth.’

    ‘A Cháit, a chroí, rachaidh mé siar tigh Pheadair agus cuirfidh mé paidir lena anam.’

    Cait cut another slice of cake for Dineen. He spread honey thickly on it and chewed slowly as he remembered.

    ‘Tell me, Cait, could bees put melted sugar in the comb, instead of eating it?’

    ‘Perhaps, if an excess of nectar were coming in from the fields. But you wouldn’t give them sugar while they were cultivating flowers.

    ‘I’ll go back to Peter’s house and I will pray for his soul.’

    leathspreadv
    tiubhthick
    cogainchew
    leáighmelt
    cíorcombf
    seachasbesides, other than, rather than; compared to
    farasbarrExcess, surplusm
    saothrúcultivation of land, of plants; Earnings, wagesm
    paidirpaternoster

  • ‘Gheobhaidh tú an eochair faoi leac an dorais, ar dheis.’

    ‘Mo bhuíochas as an tae, a Cháit. Tá leigheas ann. Ar thug sibh tae riamh do na beacha?

    ‘Tae do na beacha? Mh’anam nár thug!’ ar sise agus i ag gáirí fáoi.

    ‘You will find the key under the doorstep, on the right.’

    ‘My thanks for the tea, Cait. It is a cure. Did you ever give tea to the bees?’

    ‘Tea for the bees? Upon my soul I did not’ she said laughing about it.


  • ‘Ach d’fhéadfaí siúicre a leá le tae, nach bhféadfaí?’

    ‘D’fhéadfaí, is dócha … ach, a Athair, a chroí, tuige go dtabharfá tae do na beacha? An gcuirfeá bainne ann freisin?’

    Lean Cáit ag gáirí ach bhí scáil ar aghaidh an Duinnínigh agus é ag fágáil an tí.

    ‘But sugar could be melted with tea, couldn’t it?’

    ‘Maybe, probably … but, Father, dear, do you understand that you would give the bees tea? Would you put milk there too?’

    Cáit continued to laugh but there was a shadow on Dineen’s face when he was leaving the house.

    leámelting
    scáilshadowf

  • Ní isteach i dteach Pheadair a chuaigh sé ach thart ar a chúl, chun na beachlainne. Seanbhoscaí ime a bhí ag feidhmiú mar choirceoga. Chuaigh an Duinníneach ó cheann go ceann ag éisteacht le foghar na mbeach istigh. Bhí trí cinn gan anam, gan chrónán. I gceann acu, bhí mar a bheadh siansa ceoil agus beacha ag brostú isteach is amach as, iad trom le pailín. D’fhan sé i bhfad ag éisteacht leis an gcéad choirceog eile sa tsraith. Bhí sí ciúin go maith ach, thar ghlár shéimh na mbeach, chuala sé mar a bheadh píobaire sí i bhfad i gcéin agus ceol draíochta á sheinnt aige.

    He did not go into Peter’s house but around to its back, to the beehives. Old butter boxes functioned as hives. Dineen went from one end to the other listening for the sound of the bees inside. Three were without life, without humming. In one of them, it was like a melody of music and bees hurrying in and out, heavy with pollen. He waited a long time listening to the next hive in the series. It was quite quiet, but over the gentle hum of the bees, he heard something like a fairy piper in the distance playing magic music.

    feidhmiúAct of functioning; execution, enforcement, operation, application.
    fogharsoundm
    crónán.(Act of) humming; hum, murmur, drone, purrm
    siansaStrain, melody
    brostaighHasten, urge; hurry
    tromWeight; burden, oppression; heavy
    páilínpollenm
    glársilt
    séimhThin, slender; fine, smooth; tenuous, subtle
    cianLength of time, agef ds céin
    seinnplay [music]

  • D’éist an Duinníneach. Bhí a fhios aige cén ceol a bhí ann cé nár chuala sé riamh cheana é. Banríon óg nua-shaolaithe a bhí ag tabhairt dúshláin dá deirfiúracha, na ríonta óga eile. Thabharfaidís freagra uirthi agus mharódh sí ar an bpointe iad lena claíomh ríona. Ní bheadh trócaire i gcroí na maighdine seo agus í ag marú a deirfiúracha le go mbeadh seilbh na coirceoige, eitilt bhainise, tógáil chlainne i ndán di féin.

    Dineen listened. He knew what the music was even though he had never heard it before. A young newborn queen was challenging her sisters, the other young queens. They would respond to her and she would kill them instantly with her queen’s sword. There would be no mercy in the heart of this maiden as she killed her sisters for the possession of the hive, the wedding flight, and the raising of children destined for herself.

    saolaighbe born[aut]
    dúshlánChallenge, defiancem
    claíomhswordm
    trócaireMercy; clemency, leniency, compassionf
    maighdeanmaiden
    seilbh Occupancy, possessionf
    bainiswedding, wedding-feastf
    i ndán fated, in store (for)

  • Chuimhnigh sé ar Nóra, í ag druidim leis an daichcad, í ag siúl amach lena cléireach siopa le deich mbliana. Nach mbeadh eitilt bhainise, siopa, teach, páistí uaithi? Chuaigh an Duinníneach ag póirseáil sa ghairdín. Faoi dheireadh, caite faoin gclaí – mar smug róin ar shnáth mara – d’aimsigh sé an rud fuafar a bhí á lorg aige: praiseach tiubh corcardhonn de bhláthanna ródaideandróin beirithe. Dhún sé a shúile agus ghuigh sé ar son an dúnmharfóra.

    He remembered Nora, approaching forty, stepping out with her shop clerk for ten years. Wouldn’t she want a wedding flight, a shop, a house, children? Dineen went rummaging in the garden. Eventually, thrown under the wall, like a jelly-fish at the high water mark – he found the hideous thing he was looking for: a thick purple-brown mess of boiled rhododendron flowers. He closed his eyes and prayed for the murderer.

    póirseáil(Act of) rummaging, searching, gropingf
    claí Dike, wall; fencem
    fuafarHateful, hideous, odious
    aimsighaimv
    praiseachPottage; (thin) porridge, gruelf
    tiubhthick
    corcardhonnbrown [?] [flower]
    beirighboil
    guigh pary
    dúnmharfóirmurdererm

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