As Davin did not answer, Stephen began to quote: --Long pace, fianna! Right incline, fianna! Fianna, by numbers, salute, one, two! --That's a different question, said Davin. There had been for the two children at first a young lady whom they had had the misfortune to lose. His soul was not there to hear and greet it and he knew now that the exhortation he had listened to had already fallen into an idle formal tale. "Then where is he gone?" "I know still less.