Give these few shillings
to Flynn for me. I'll owe them to you still.
BRIAN
I'm not going to be bothered by the like. Why can't you come?
CONN
I promised Maire.
_Brian strides away. He turns, comes back deliberately, and sits on
table beside Conn_.
BRIAN
They'll be all looking out for you at Flynn's.
CONN
Well, the next time they see me they may respect me.
BRIAN
Some of the boys will take it very unkindly. CONN They're
decent enough fellows, some of them.
BRIAN
And above all nights they'll be watching out for you this night,
on account of the Sligomen.
CONN
They're decent enough fellows, as I said, and I'll be sorry to
disappoint them.
BRIAN
The Sligomen will have great stories about Shawn Heffernan.
CONN
Shawn Heffernan! Is that impostor still alive?
BRIAN
He is, and for fiddling these Sligomen think there's not the
like of him in the whole of Ireland.
CONN
God help them if that's all they know. We played against each
other at the Granard Feis. He got the prize, but everybody knew that
it was me played the best.
BRIAN
There's few of them alive now that mind of the Granard Feis.
He got the prize, and there's no talk of you at all.
CONN
No talk of me at all?
BRIAN
It's said that since you settled down you lost your art.
CONN
And what had the men at Flynn's to say about that? BRIAN They
bragged about you for a while, but the Sligomen put them down.
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