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〃I read that this morning。 It was as much a surprise to me as it was to anyone else。〃 Ryan smiled。 〃Somebody made a mistake。 I'm not good…looking enough to be a spy。〃
〃So you deny that report？〃 asked the Daily Mirror。
〃Correct。 It's just not true。 I teach history at the Naval Academy； in Annapolis。 That ought to be easy enough to check out。 I just gave an exam last week。 You can ask my students。〃 Jack waved his left hand at the camera again。
〃The report es from some highly placed sources；〃 observed the Post。
〃If you read a little history； you'll see that highly placed folks have been known to make mistakes。 I think that's what happened here。 I teach。 I write books。 I lecture okay； I did give a lecture at CIA once； but that was just a repeat of one I delivered at the Naval War College and one other symposium。 It wasn't even classified。 Maybe that's where the report es from。 Like I said； check it out。 My office is in Leahy Hall； at the Naval Academy。 I think somebody just goofed。〃 Somebody goofed； all right。 〃I can get you guys a copy of the lecture。 It's no big deal。〃
〃How do you like being a public figure； now？〃 one of the Brit TV people asked。
Thanks for changing the subject。 〃I think I can live without it。 I'm not a movie star； either again； not good…looking enough。〃
〃You're far too modest。 Doctor Ryan；〃 a female reporter observed。
〃Please be careful how you say that。 My wife will probably see this。〃 There was general laughter。 〃I suppose I'm good…looking enough for her。 That's enough。 With all due respect； ladies and gentlemen； I'll be perfectly glad to descend back into obscurity。〃
〃Do you think that likely？〃
〃That depends on how lucky I am； ma'am。 And on whether you folks will let me。〃
〃What do you think we should do with the terrorist； Sean Miller？〃 the Times asked。
〃That's for a judge and jury to decide。 You don't need me for that。〃
〃Do you think we should have capital punishment？〃
〃We have it where I live。 For your country； that is a question for your elected representatives。 We both live in democracies； don't we？ The people you elect are supposed to do what the voters ask them to do。〃 Not that it always works that way； but that's the theory 。 。 。
〃So you support the idea？〃 the Times persisted。
〃In appropriate cases； subject to strict judicial review； yes。 Now you're going to ask me about this case； right？ It's a moot point。 Anyway； I'm no expert on criminal justice。 My dad was a cop but I'm just a historian。〃
〃And what of your perspective； as an Irish…American； on the Troubles？〃 the Telegraph wanted to know。
〃We have enough problems of our own in America without having to borrow yours。〃
〃So you say we should solve it； then？〃
〃What do you think？ Isn't that what problems are for？〃
〃Surely you have a suggestion。 Most Americans do。〃
〃I think I teach history。 I'll let other people make it。 It's like being a reporter。〃 Ryan smiled。 〃I get to criticize people long after they make their decisions。 That doesn't mean I know what to do today。〃
〃But you knew what to do on Tuesday；〃 the Times pointed out。 Ryan shrugged。
〃Yeah； I guess I did；〃 Ryan said on the television screen。
〃You clever bastard；〃 Kevin Joseph O'Donnell muttered into a glass of dark Guinness beer。 His base of operations was much farther from the border than any might have suspected。 Ireland is a small country； and distances are but relative things particularly to those with all the resources they need。 His former colleagues in the PIRA had extensive safehouses along the border； convenient to a quick trip across from either direction。 Not for O'Donnell。 There were numerous practical reasons。 The Brits had their informers and intelligence people there； always creeping about and the SAS raiders； who were not averse to a quick snatch or a quiet kill of persons who had made the mistake of being too well known。 The border could be a convenience to either side。 A more serious threat was the PIRA itself； which also watched the border closely。 His face； altered as it was with some minor surgery and a change in hair color； might still be recognizable to a former colleague。 But not here。 And the border wasn't all that far a drive in a country barely three hundred miles long。
He turned away from the Sony television and gazed out the leaded…glass windows to the darkness of the sea。 He saw the running lights of a car ferry inbound from Le Havre。 The view was always a fine one。 Even in the limited visibility of an ocean storm； one could savor the fundamental force of nature as the gray waves battered the rocky cliff。 Now； the clear； cold air gave him a view to the star…defined horizon； and he spied another merchant ship heading eastward for an unknown port。 It pleased O'Donnell that this stately house on the headlands had once belonged to a British lord。 It pleased him more that he'd been able to purchase it through a dummy corporation； that there were few questions when cash and a reputable solicitor were involved。 So vulnerable this society all societies were when you had the proper resources 。 。 。 and a petent tailor。 So shallow they were。 So lacking in political awareness。 One must know who one's enemies are； O'Donnell told himself at least ten times every day。 Not a liberal 〃democratic〃 society； though。 Enemies were people to be dealt with； promised with； to be civilized； brought into the fold； co…opted。
Fools； self…destructive； ignorant fools who earned their own destruction。
Someday they would all disappear； just as one of those ships slid beneath the horizon。 History was a science； an inevitable process。 O'Donnell was sure of that。
He turned again to stare into the fire burning under the wide； stone mantel。 There had once been stag heads hanging over it； perhaps the lord's favorite fowling piece from Purdey's； to be sure。 And a painting or two。 Of horses； O'Donnell was sure they had to be paintings of horses。 The country gentleman who had built this house； he mused； would have been someone who'd been given everything he had。 No ideology would have intruded in his empty； useless head。 He would have sat in a chair very like this one and sipped his malt whiskey and stared into the fire his favorite dog at this feet while he chatted about the day's hunting with a neighbor and planned the hunting for the morrow。 Will it be birds again； or fox； Bertie？ Haven't had a good fox hunt in weeks； time we did it again； don't you think？ Or something like that； he was sure。 O'Donnell wondered if there was a seasonal aspect to it； or had the lord just done whatever suited his mood。 The current owner of the country house never hunted animals。 What was the point of killing something that could not harm you or your cause； something that had no ideology？ Besides； that was something the Brits did； something the local gentry still did。 He didn't hunt the local Irish gentry； they weren't worth his contempt； much less his action。 At least； not yet。 You don't hate trees； he told himself。 You ignore the things until you have to cut them down。 He turned back to the television。
That Ryan fellow was still there； he saw； talking amiably with the press idiots。 Bloody hero。 Why did you slick your nose in where it doesn't belong？ Reflex； sounds like； O'Donnell judged。 Bloody meddling fool。 Don't even know what's going on； do you？ None of you do。
Americans。 The Provo fools still like to talk it up with your kind； telling their lies and pretending that they represent Ireland。 What do you Yanks know about anything？ Oh； but we can't afford to offend the Americans； the Proves still said。 Bloody Americans； with all their money and all their arrogance； all their ideas on right and wrong； their childish vision of Irish destiny。 Like children dressed up for First munion。 So pure。 So naive。 So useless with their trickle of money for all that the Brits plained about NORAID； O'Donnell knew that the PIRA had not netted a million dollars from America in the past three years。 All the Americans knew of Ireland came from a few movies； some half…remembered songs for St。 Paddy's Day； and the occasional bottle of whiskey。 What did they know of life in Ulster； of the imperialist oppression； the way all Ireland was still enslaved to the decaying British Empire； which was； in turn； enslaved to the American one？ What did they know about anything？ But we can't offend the Americans。 The leader of the ULA finished off his beer and set it on the end table。
The Cause didn't require much； not really。 A clear ideological objective。 A few good men。 Friends； the right friends； with access to the right resources。 That was all。 Why clutter things up with bloody Americans？ And a public political wing Sinn Fein electing people to Parliament； what rubbish！ They were waiting； hoping to be co…opted by the Brit imperialists。 Valuable political targets declared off…limits。 And people wondered why the Proves were getting nowhere。 Their ideology was bankrupt； and there were too many people in the Brigade。 When the Brits caught some； a few were bound to turn tout and inform on their rades。 The kind of mitment needed for this sort of job demanded an elite few。 O'Donnell ha