Old Woman look at each other, then
the Old Woman goes over, looks in at
Deirdre through chink of the door, and
then closes it carefully.
OLD WOMAN -- in a frightened whisper.
-- She's thrown off the rags she had about
her, and there she is in her skin; she's putting
her hair in shiny twists. Is she raving,
Lavarcham, or has she a good right turning
to a queen like Maeve?
LAVARCHAM -- putting up hanging very
anxiously. -- It's more than raving's in her
mind, or I'm the more astray; and yet she's
as good a right as another, maybe, having her
pleasure, though she'd spoil the world.
OLD WOMAN -- helping her. -- Be quick
before she'll come back. . . . Who'd have
thought we'd run before her, and she so quiet
till to-night. Will the High King get the


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better of her, Lavarcham? If I was Con-
chubor, I wouldn't marry with her like at all.
LAVARCHAM. Hang that by the win-
dow. That should please her, surely. When
all's said, it's her like will be the master till
the end of time.
OLD WOMAN -- at the window. -- There's