The Giant, O’Brien
Hilary Mantel
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George MacBeth, The Cleaver Garden’
Table of Contents
Excerpt from Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
‘Bring in the cows now. Time to shut up for the night.’
There came three cows, breathing in the near-dark: swishing with the tips of their tails, their bones showing through hide. They set down their hoofs among the men, jostling. Flames from the fire danced in their eyes. Through the open door, the moon sailed against the mountain.
‘Or O’Shea will have them away over the hill,’ Connor said. Connor was their host. ‘Three cows my grandfather had of his grandfather. Never a night goes by that he doesn’t look to get the debt paid.’
‘An old quarrel,’ Claffey said. They’re the best.’
Pybus spat. ‘O’Shea, he’d grudge you the earache. If you’d a boil he’d grudge it you. His soul is as narrow as a needle.’
‘Look now, Connor,’ the Giant said. His tone was interested. ‘What’d you do if you had four cows?’
‘I can only dream of it,’ Connor said.
‘But for house-room?’
Connor shrugged. ‘They’d have to come in just the same.’
‘What if you’d six cows?’
The men would be further off the fire,’ Claffey said.
‘What if you’d ten cows?’
‘The cows would come in and the men would squat outside,’ said Pybus.
Connor nodded. ‘That’s true.’
The Giant laughed. ‘A fine host you are. The men would squat outside!’
‘We’d be safe enough out there,’ Claffey said. ‘O’Shea may want interest on the debt, but he’d never