@@@@@Her was swelling with happinessBut the 113
@@@@@Her was swelling with happinessBut the seemingly distant
sound of shooting demanded her tention, and she remembered
Charles
Ragland was deadShe'd a soldier wounded, maybe killedThe militia
was after Colum, shooting at the people of her town, maybe killing
themShe have been shot-Rhett, too"We've got to get to the
house,"
she said
"We'll be safe t I've got to warn the servants to stay away from town
until overhurry, Rhett, we've got to hurry he caught her by the
arm as she started to moveMaybe you shouldn't go to
the houseI've just come from It's dark and empty, darling, with all
the doors left openThe servants are gone
Scarlett wrenched her arm from hisclaspShe moaned with terror as
she
grabbed up her skirts and ran, faster than she had ever run in her
lifeWhere was Cat? Rhett's voice was speaking, but she paid
no attentionShe had to get to CatBehind the boreen, in the wide
street of Ballyhara, there were five red-coated bodies and three
wearing the rough clothing of farmersThe bookseller lay across the
sill of his shattered window, bloodstreaked bubbles falling from his lips
with the whispered words of prayerColum 0
'hara prayed with him, then traced a cross on his forehead as the man
diedThe broken glass refracted the thin light from the moon that was
becoming visible in the rapidly darkening sky
Colum crossed the small room in three long stepsNe seized the twig
broom on the hearth by its handle and thrust it into the bed of
coals
It made a crackling sound for a moment, then burst into flameA
shower of sparks flew from the torch onto Colum's dark cassock when
he
ran into the street
