The Washer of the Ford Author:William Sharp Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II THE SABBATH OF THE FISHES AND THE FLIES FOR three days Colum had fasted, save for a mouthful of meal at dawn, a piece of rye-bread at noon, and a mouthf... more »ul of dulse and spring-water at sundown. On the night of the third day, Oran and Keir came to him in his cell. Colum was on his knees, lost in prayer. There was no sound there, save the faint whispered muttering of his lips, and on the plastered wall the weary buzzing of a fly. " Master ! " said Oran in a low voice, soft with pity and awe, " Master ! " But Colum took no notice. His lips still moved, and the tangled hairs below his nether lip shivered with his failing breath. " Father ! " said Keir, tender as a woman, " Father! " Colum did not turn his eyes from the wall. The fly droned his drowsy hum upon the rough plaster. It crawled wearily for a space, then stopped. The slow hot drone filled the cell. "Master," said Oran, "it is the will of the brethren that you break your fast. You are old, and God has your glory. Give us peace." " Father," urged Keir, seeing that Colum kneeled unnoticingly, his lips still moving above his black beard, with the white hair of him falling about his head like a snowdrift slipping from a boulder. " Father, be pitiful! We hunger and thirst for your presence. We can fast no longer, yet have we no heart to break our fast if you are not with us. Come, holy one, and be of our company, and eat of the good broiled fish that awaiteth us. We perish for the benediction of thine eyes." Then it was that Colum rose, and walked slowly towards the wall. "Little black beast," he said to the fly that droned its drowsy hum and moved not at all; " little black beast, sure it is well I am knowing what you are. You are thinking you are going to get my blessing, you that have come out of...« less