O, thuirt am barman, nach gealladh e sin idir - gur e sin “customer” cho
math ‘s bh’aige. O, thuirt e fhein gu “squairaigeadh” e fhein a h-uile
cail as deich laimh. ‘S ann mar sin a bha.
Thainig Aonghas a steach
dhan a’ bhar. Dh’eibh am ‘barman’ an ceann greis air na poilis a steach agus
bha sergeant ann an sin a gabhail seachad agus thainig e.
“Co,” ars esain, “tha
deanamh a’ bhuairidh?” Thuirt e gu robh an duine sin thall, nach do sguir e
tharruing a’ bhuairidh bho thainig e steach a nochd. Fhuair Aonghas “disa”
dha rirbeabh man a thionndaidh iad ‘na aghaidh gun aobhar. ‘S thainig am
polis ‘s dh’fhalbh e le Aonghas.
Ach nuair a
dh’aithnich Aonghas gur ann a deanamh air Oifis a Phoilis a bha e, chuir e
bhrogan an tac ‘s thuirt e nach robh e dol seach seo. Greimich an sergeant
air ‘s dh’fheuch Aonghas Greum air a dhruim a chun a lar.
“Thoir,” ars esain,
‘chance’ dhomh. Cha d’dhuair mi ‘chance’ - ‘shlipig’ mi”. Sheas e rithist
‘s dh’fheuch iad ‘s chuir Aonghas Greum sios e.
“Thoir ‘chance’ dhomh
aon uair eile”.
“Gheibh thus sin,” ars
Aonghas Greum.
‘S thug e dha brod an
trosd mun lar an uairsin agus chaidh e air a mhuin le ghluin.
“Leig a nise an arda
mi,” ars esain. “Cha robh agam gu robh duine air an cuala mi iomradh a
dheanadh sud ach Aonghas, brathair mo mhathair ann an Leodhas”.
“Ille,” ars esain,
“tha e air do mhuin le dha ghluin”.
‘Se mac piuthair
Aonghas Greum a bh’ann an sin.
Sin agad seanchas
Aonghas Greum |