Bow, Blood, and Charter

On the Rock of Dunamase the limestone rises with a clenched grammar, as though the earth had learned law from iron, and as though the plain of Laois, which looks gentle when the sun lies low, had carried a memory…

On the Rock of Dunamase the limestone rises with a clenched grammar, as though the earth had learned law from iron, and as though the plain of Laois, which looks gentle when the sun lies low, had carried a memory…