OLD WOMAN. Crossing the stream, and
there's herself on the hillside with a load of
twigs. Will I run out and put her in order
before they'll set eyes on her at all?
LAVARCHAM. You will not. Would
you have him see you, and he a man would
be jealous of a hawk would fly between her
and the rising sun. (She looks out.) Go up
to the hearth and be as busy as if you hadn't
seen them at all.
OLD WOMAN -- sitting down to polish
vessel. -- There'll be trouble this night, for he
should be in his tempers from the way he's
stepping out, and he swinging his hands.
LAVARCHAM -- wearied with the whole
matter. -- It'd be best of all, maybe, if he got
in tempers with herself, and made an end
quickly, for I'm in a poor way between the
pair of them (going back to tapestry frame.)
There they are now at the door.
[Conchubor and Fergus come in.
CONCHUBOR AND FERGUS. The
gods save you.
LAVARCHAM -- getting up and courtesy-
ing. -- The gods save and keep you kindly, and
stand between you and all harm for ever.


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