wasn't, you'd do well to keep a check on her,
and she turning a woman that was meant to
be a queen.
LAVARCHAM. Who'd check her like
was meant to have her pleasure only, the way
if there were no warnings told about her you'd
see troubles coming when an old king is taking
her, and she without a thought but for her
beauty and to be straying the hills.
OLD WOMAN. The gods help the lot of
us. . . . Shouldn't she be well pleased getting
the like of Conchubor, and he middling settled
in his years itself? I don't know what he
wanted putting her this wild place to be
breaking her in, or putting myself to be roast-
ing her supper and she with no patience for
her food at all. [She looks out.
LAVARCHAM. Is she coming from the
glen?
OLD WOMAN. She is not. But whisht
-- there's two men leaving the furze --
(crying out) it's Conchubor and Fergus along
with him. Conchubor'll be in a blue stew this
night and herself abroad.


17

LAVARCHAM -- settling room hastily. --
Are they close by?