human
De yez think, Raowl, she's gone after the licker?
gpt
I am sure of it,
human
Which ov them de yez want, misthress?--the saint, or the Howly Mother, or both?--it's all the same to Murtagh.
gpt
Phwhat diz she say, Raowl?
human
She says, keep them; you will need their protection yourself.
gpt
Och, be me sowl! she's not far asthray there. I need it bad enough now, an' a hape ov good they're likely to do me. They've hung there for tin years--both of thim; and this nate little flask's the first raal binifit I iver resaved from ayther of them. Thry it, Captin. It'll do yez good.