Deirdre of the Sorrows
Excerpt
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
