Hilary Mantel

The Giant, O’Brien


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      The Giant, O’Brien

      Hilary Mantel

       Copyright

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      This edition published by Fourth Estate 2010

      First published in Great Britain in 1998 by Fourth Estate

      Published in paperback by Fourth Estate 1999

      Copyright © Hilary Mantel 1998

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      The quotation from ‘The Cleaver Garden’ on page vii is reproduced

      by kind permission of the late George MacBeth

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      George MacBeth, The Cleaver Garden’

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Epigraph

       4

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       8

       9

       10

       11

       12

       Note

       About the Author

       Excerpt from Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

       Praise

       By the same author

       About the Publisher

       1

      ‘Bring in the cows now. Time to shut up for the night.’

      There came three cows, breathing in the near-dark: swishing with the tips of their tails, their bones showing through hide. They set down their hoofs among the men, jostling. Flames from the fire danced in their eyes. Through the open door, the moon sailed against the mountain.

      ‘Or O’Shea will have them away over the hill,’ Connor said. Connor was their host. ‘Three cows my grandfather had of his grandfather. Never a night goes by that he doesn’t look to get the debt paid.’

      ‘An old quarrel,’ Claffey said. They’re the best.’

      Pybus spat. ‘O’Shea, he’d grudge you the earache. If you’d a boil he’d grudge it you. His soul is as narrow as a needle.’

      ‘Look now, Connor,’ the Giant said. His tone was interested. ‘What’d you do if you had four cows?’

      ‘I can only dream of it,’ Connor said.

      ‘But for house-room?’

      Connor shrugged. ‘They’d have to come in just the same.’

      ‘What if you’d six cows?’

      The men would be further off the fire,’ Claffey said.

      ‘What if you’d ten cows?’

      ‘The cows would come in and the men would squat outside,’ said Pybus.

      Connor nodded. ‘That’s true.’

      The Giant laughed. ‘A fine host you are. The men would squat outside!’

      ‘We’d be safe enough out there,’ Claffey said. ‘O’Shea may want interest on the debt, but he’d never