“And I suppose you think
you can do something about it?” Gorta Mor said as he hefted himself up to twice
the height of anyone else in the field.
“There are many ways we could stop you! Firstly we could
restrain you.” Darbish started. Gorta Mor just smiled as the skies grew a
little darker and the wind began to pick up.
“Then we will make you go back and replace every potato you
destroyed.” A small cloud appeared above them and the breeze started to have
little gusts.
“And then we will make you apologize to each and every person
in Ireland personally.” Darbish was finding it harder to continue with the
distracting and changing conditions around him, but he carried on as the small
cloud expanded and the air bordered on a gale.
“Next, we will…” With each word shouted from Darbish’s mouth
the conditions worsened ten fold, he tried to endure, “make… you…” He couldn’t
keep on, the weather developed into insane bursts of thunder and lightning
cracked in the near distance. No words would be heard over this tempest. So
Darbish gave in and stopped his monolog.
With his last word uttered the world quickly returned to just
as it was before. Gorta Mor launched into a hearty laugh. He took a deep breath
and exhaled on the brothers. The blast of air knocked the brothers back, it was
sickening and cloying. They both fell to the ground gasping for fresh air.
“Nothing you said had any affect puny man. There isn’t crumb
diddly you can do to stop me. In fact, for your insolence I think I will take
this girl as a payment. You have wasted enough of my time, now be gone with
you!” Gorta Mor then picked up Jenny and moved off into the distance cursing
the potatoes as he went.
The brothers, defeated, ambled down the road they came,
kicking stones and thinking to themselves how weak they truly were. Shamus spotted
a strange building in the distance; it was like no other the brothers had ever
seen before. It had the word ‘Pub’ on its signage along with an etching of a
yellowish stein and a frothy head spilling over it.
“What do you suppose that is?” Shamus asked Darbish.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen a shop called a ‘Pub’ before,
it looks like they sell drinks. It must be some kind of eatery.”
“Shall we?”
“I don’t see why not, its not like we have anything better to
do. Why couldn’t we do anything to help her?”
“Darbish, he had way more power than we will ever understand.
I don’t think we ever stood a chance.”
“Perhaps, but I’m sure there’s a way to beat him, I just wish
we knew what it was.” Darbish was pounding his fist in his hand as he said
this. They looked at each other for a few moments and silently agreed that
there was nothing they could have done. Heads hung low they entered the pub.
-V-
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