Lavarcham's house on Slieve Fuadh. There
is a door to inner room on the left, and a door
to open air on the right. Window at back
and a frame with a half-finished piece of
tapestry. There are also a large press and
heavy oak chest near the back wall. The place
is neat and clean but bare. Lavarcham, woman
of fifty, is working at tapestry frame. Old
Woman comes in from left.
OLD WOMAN. She hasn't come yet,
is it, and it falling to the night?
LAVARCHAM. She has not. . . (Con-
cealing her anxiety.) It's dark with the
clouds are coming from the west and south,
but it isn't later than the common.
OLD WOMAN. It's later, surely, and I
hear tell the Sons of Usna, Naisi and his
brothers, are above chasing hares for two days
or three, and the same awhile since when the
moon was full.
LAVARCHAM -- more anxiously. -- The
gods send they don't set eyes on her -- (with


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a sign of helplessness) yet if they do itself,
it wasn't my wish brought them or could send
them away.
OLD WOMAN -- reprovingly. -- If it