stick.]

MARTIN DOUL -- [crying out joyfully.] -- That's Timmy, I know
Timmy by the black of his head. . . . That's Mat Simon, I know
Mat by the length of his legs. . . . That should be Patch Ruadh,
with the gamey eyes in him, and the fiery hair. (He sees Molly
Byrne on Mary Doul's seat, and his voice changes completely.)
Oh, it was no lie they told me, Mary Doul. Oh, glory to God and
the seven saints I didn't die and not see you at all. The
blessing of God on the water, and the feet carried it round
through the land. The blessing of God on this day, and them that
brought me the Saint, for it's grand hair you have (she lowers
her head a little confused), and soft skin, and eyes would make
the saints, if they were dark awhile and seeing again, fall down
out of the sky. (He goes nearer to her.) Hold up your head,
Mary, the way I'll see it's richer I am than the great kings of
the east. Hold up your head, I'm saying, for it's soon you'll be
seeing me, and I not a bad one at all. [He touches her and she
starts up.]

MOLLY BYRNE. Let you keep away from me, and not be soiling my
chin. [People laugh heartily.]

MARTIN DOUL -- [bewildered.] -- It's Molly's voice you have.

MOLLY BYRNE. Why wouldn't I have my own voice? Do you think I'm
a ghost?

MARTIN DOUL. Which of you all is herself? (He goes up to
Bride.) Is it you is Mary Doul? I'm thinking you're more the