NAISI -- hilariously. -- Here's health, then,
to herself and you!
ARDAN. Here's to the years when you
were young as she!
AINNLE -- in a frightened whisper. --
Naisi!
[Naisi looks up and Ainnle beckons to
him. He goes over and Ainnle points
to something on the golden mug he
holds in his hand.
NAISI -- looking at it in astonishment. --
This is the High King's. . . . I see his mark
on the rim. Does Conchubor come lodging
here?
LAVARCHAM -- jumping up with ex-
treme annoyance. -- Who says it's Conchu-
bor's? How dare young fools the like of you
-- (speaking with vehement insolence) come
prying around, running the world into troubles
for some slip of a girl? What brings you this
place straying from Emain? (Very bitterly.)
Though you think, maybe, young men can do
their fill of foolery and there is none to blame
them.
NAISI -- very soberly. -- Is the rain easing?
ARDAN. The clouds are breaking. . . .
I can see Orion in the gap of the glen.
NAISI -- still cheerfully. -- Open the door