Grace O'Malley, Princess and Pirate

As we four stood facing each other on the poop of _The Grey Wolf_, there was the sound of a door opened and closed, and then the pit-pat of steps on the deck, and well did I kno...

As early in the morning as was possible, without causing remark or exciting suspicion, I went into the town, taking with me several of my own men. The same officer who had been...

Perchance it was that my spirits had been affected by the sinking of this fine ship, even though I myself had been the cause of the same--the loss of a vessel, I cannot help say...

During what of the night remained we continued under arms, expecting that the attack might be renewed, but the morning--another sunny splendour--came, and we were undisturbed. W...

It was that darkest time of night that preludes the day, and I could see no one with any degree of clearness, but, guided by that beloved voice, I went forward, nothing doubting.

As I stepped from the boat on to the face of the rock, which forms a natural quay on one side of the small harbour on the sea-front of the castle, both Grace and Eva O’Malley, w...

I have seen a great swell of the sea, a mountain of a wave--caused by some violent storm which has spent its worst fury many leagues away--roll in from the ocean, lift a ship fr...

The air was cool and the light clear as I stepped briskly along from the village in a northerly direction, up over the high, wooded lands that lie on that side of Galway. From a...

Once the first shock of this terrible affair was over my thoughts were so many, and withal so dreary, that it was impossible for me to get any sleep in the short hours which yet...

Chiefly by reason of the tempestuous weather, my journey to Askeaton and back again had occupied not far short of a month,--which was a much longer time than had been reckoned u...

Before we had left the Bay of Galway for the north I had been so constantly occupied with the unlading of the galleons, the disposal of our plunder, and the care and the landing...

These words my mistress addressed to me shortly after Richard Burke and I had returned. She and I were alone, and, indeed, she had sent for me expressly, so that I knew it was o...

As we crept on towards the unsuspecting merchant ship, I noticed that she presented a battered appearance, as if she had felt the full fury of the storm which we had ridden out...

De Vilela advanced towards Desmond, and, with that grace of manner which this man possessed in greater perfection than any other I have ever seen, presented the new comer to the...

“This afternoon while you slept, Ruari,” she replied, “the idea of a certain artifice or stratagem came into my mind, and the darkness of the night is so much in favour of its s...

I was never one to whom it is easy to sit still with folded hands, still less the man to muse darkly for long over the chances and mischances of war. Mine certainly was it not t...

It was about an hour from noon, a hot sun burning in a blue sky, when Grace O’Malley signified from _The Grey Wolf_ that she was about to land, and that it was her desire that I...

The day had worn on to noon but without its brightness, for the sky had again become full of heavy clouds driven up from the west; the wind moaned and raved over land and sea, a...

“We must find out, first of all, where Grace O’Malley is.” It was Eva who spoke, and what she said was true. Our mistress must now be our chief--nay, our whole concern.

That night I reflected with joy that the die was cast, as, after our breaking out of Galway, there could be no peace between Grace O’Malley and Sir Nicholas--at any rate, until...

It was some three hours or so from sunset when I took leave of my mistresses, both of whom were in the highest spirits. I saw that my young and innocent dear was delighted with...

Ten years, swift as the flight of wild swans winging their way southward when the first wind of winter sweeps behind them, passed over our heads in the Land of the O’Malleys; no...

It has now become so much a matter of custom--after that familiar human fashion which causes us to turn our faces to the rising sun--to praise and laud the King, James the Sixth...

It was the soft note of Eva O’Malley, calling to me as I came within the gate of Carrickahooley Castle, whither Grace O’Malley, our mistress, had come to fulfil her period of mo...