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The woman of the house said to him, &amp;quot;Did ye begin Clare Galway Castle yet.&amp;quot; He said &amp;quot;We were going on Monday and my father said &amp;quot;shorten the road&amp;quot; I began to run and he said &amp;quot;its better for us to turn home&amp;quot; The same thing happened to-day&amp;quot; The woman said, &amp;quot;If your father asks you to shorten the road to morrow begin telling him stories&amp;quot;
Next day the father said to is son &amp;quot;Shorten the road&amp;quot; but the son began to tell him stories and they never felt till the reached Clare Galway
The people were eating their dinner when Goban Saor and his son reached</transcript><transcribers latestRevisionDate="10/11/2026 17:29:40" xml:whitespace="preserve"><transcriber id="1148">Lynda Roddy Ozzauto</transcriber></transcribers></story></pPage>