[Maurya sways herself on her stool.]

CATHLEEN
[Cutting off some of the bread and rolling it in a cloth; to
Maurya.]

Let you go down now to the spring well and give him this and he
passing. You'll see him then and the dark word will be broken,
and you can say "God speed you," the way he'll be easy in his
mind.

MAURYA
[Taking the bread.]

Will I be in it as soon as himself?

CATHLEEN
If you go now quickly.

MAURYA
[Standing up unsteadily.]

It's hard set I am to walk.

CATHLEEN
[Looking at her anxiously.]

Give her the stick, Nora, or maybe she'll slip on the big
stones.