MARTIN DOUL -- [taking off his hat.] -- I'm ready now, holy
father.

SAINT -- [taking him by the hand.] -- I'll cure you first, and
then I'll come for your wife. We'll go up now into the church,
for I must say a prayer to the Lord. (To Mary Doul, as he moves
off.) And let you be making your mind still and saying praises
in your heart, for it's a great wonderful thing when the power of
the Lord of the world is brought down upon your like.

PEOPLE -- [pressing after him.] -- Come now till we watch.

BRIDE. Come, Timmy.

SAINT -- [waving them back.] -- Stay back where you are, for I'm
not wanting a big crowd making whispers in the church. Stay back
there, I'm saying, and you'd do well to be thinking on the way
sin has brought blindness to the world, and to be saying a prayer
for your own sakes against false prophets and heathens, and the
words of women and smiths, and all knowledge that would soil the
soul or the body of a man.

[People shrink back. He goes into church. Mary Doul gropes
half-way towards the door and kneels near path. People form a
group at right.]

TIMMY. Isn't it a fine, beautiful voice he has, and he a fine,
brave man if it wasn't for the fasting?