MAURYA
[Drops Michael's clothes across Bartley's feet, and sprinkles
the Holy Water over him.]

It isn't that I haven't prayed for you, Bartley, to the
Almighty God. It isn't that I haven't said prayers in the dark
night till you wouldn't know what I'ld be saying; but it's a
great rest I'll have now, and it's time surely. It's a great
rest I'll have now, and great sleeping in the long nights after
Samhain, if it's only a bit of wet flour we do have to eat, and
maybe a fish that would be stinking.

[She kneels down again, crossing herself, and saying prayers
under her breath.]

CATHLEEN
[To an old man.]

Maybe yourself and Eamon would make a coffin when the sun
rises. We have fine white boards herself bought, God help her,
thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake you can
eat while you'll be working.

THE OLD MAN
[Looking at the boards.]

Are there nails with them?

CATHLEEN