And, when at last he died, some say he was found crouched in a corner of his room with his fingers over his eyes and his thumbs on his ears.
Nor, after what I saw, did I find it in my heart to pity him.
As for Sorley Boy, he walked out of Dublin like a man in a dream.

None of us durst speak to him, or say so much as a word in his hearing.

Nor had we the heart to do it.

Ludar with his clenched teeth looked straight before him; and the Scots who followed, only half comprehending what had happened, dropped into sullen silence, and gave no sound but the dull beat of their steps on the road.
About an hour beyond Dublin, Sorley Boy halted and turned to Ludar.
"Ludar McDonnell," said he, sternly, "we part here.

I have no son--no son.