Old Woman. She hasnt come yet, is it, and it falling to the night?
Lavarcham. She has not. (Concealing her anxiety). Its dark with the clouds are coming from the west and south, but it isnt later than the common.
Old Woman. Its later, surely, and I hear tell the Sons of Usna, Naisi and his brothers, are above chasing hares for two days or three, and the same awhile since when the moon was full.
Lavarcham (more anxiously). The gods send they dont set eyes on her(with a sign of helplessness) yet if they do itself, it wasnt my wish brought them or could send them away.
Old Woman (reprovingly). If it wasnt, youd do well to keep a check on her, and she turning a woman that was meant to be a queen.
Lavarcham. Whod check her like was made to have her pleasure only, the way if there were no warnings told about her youd see troubles coming when an old king is taking her, and she without a thought but for her beauty and to be straying the hills.
Old Woman. The gods help the lot of us. Shouldnt she be well pleased getting the like of Conchubor, and he middling settled in his years itself? I dont know what he wanted putting her this wild place to be breaking her in, or putting myself to be roasting her supper and she with no patience for her food at all. (She looks out).
Lavarcham. Is she coming from the glen?
Old Woman. She is not. But whishttheres two men leaving the furze(crying out) its Conchubor and Fergus along with him. Conchuborll be in a blue stew this night and herself abroad.
Lavarcham (settling room hastily). Are they close by?
Old Woman. Crossing the stream, and theres herself on the hillside with a load of twigs. Will I run out and put her in order before theyll set eyes on her at all?
Lavarcham. You will not. Would you have him see you, and he a man would be jealous of a hawk would fly between her and the rising sun. (She looks out.) Go up to the hearth and be as busy as if you hadnt seen them at all.
Old Woman (sitting down to polish vessel). Therell be trouble this night, for he should be in his tempers from the way hes stepping out, and he swinging his hands.
Lavarcham (wearied with the whole matter). Itd be best of all, maybe, if he got in tempers with herself, and made an end quickly, for Im in a poor way between the pair of them (going back to tapestry frame.) There they are now at the door.
Conchubor and Fergus come in.
Conchubor and Fergus. The gods save you.
Lavarcham (getting up and curtseying). The gods save and keep you kindly, and stand between you and all harm for ever.
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