in the top folly of youth. That'll be a story
to tell out in Tara that Naisi is a tippler and
stealer, and Ainnle the drawer of a stranger's
cork.
NAISI -- quite cheerfully, sitting down be-
side her. -- At your age you should know
there are nights when a king like Conchubor
will spit upon his arm ring, and queens will
stick their tongues out at the rising moon.
We're that way this night, and it's not wine
we're asking only. Where is the young girl
told us we might shelter here?
LAVARCHAM. Asking me you'd be?
We're decent people, and I wouldn't put you
tracking a young girl, not if you gave me the
gold clasp you have hanging on your coat.
NAISI -- giving it to her. -- Where is she?
LAVARCHAM -- in confidential whisper,
putting her hand on his arm. -- Let you walk
back into the hills and turn up by the second
cnuceen where there are three together. You'll
see a path running on the rocks and then you'll
hear the dogs barking in the houses, and their
noise will guide you till you come to a bit of
cabin at the foot of an ash-tree. It's there
there is a young and flighty girl that I'm
thinking is the one you've seen.


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