DEIRDRE -- in a lower voice with sudden
excitement. -- Would Naisi and his brothers?
LAVARCHAM -- impatiently. -- Let you
not be dwelling on Naisi and his brothers. . . .
In the end of all there is none can go against
Conchubor, and it's folly that we're talking,
for if any went against Conchubor it's sorrow
he'd earn and the shortening of his day of life.
[She turns away, and Deirdre stands up
stiff with excitement and goes and
looks out of the window.
DEIRDRE. Are the stepping-stones flood-
ing, Lavarcham? Will the night be stormy in
the hills?
LAVARCHAM -- looking at her curiously.
The stepping-stones are flooding, surely, and


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the night will be the worst, I'm thinking, we've
seen these years gone by.
DEIRDRE -- tearing open the press and
pulling out clothes and tapestries. -- Lay these
mats and hangings by the windows, and at the
tables for our feet, and take out the skillets
of silver, and the golden cups we have, and
our two flasks of wine.
LAVARCHAM. What ails you?
DEIRDRE -- gathering up a dress. -- Lay