what will herself say when she hears this story, and Bartley on
the sea?
CATHLEEN
[Taking the stocking.]
It's a plain stocking.
NORA
It's the second one of the third pair I knitted, and I put up
three score stitches, and I dropped four of them.
CATHLEEN
[Counts the stitches.]
It's that number is in it [crying out.] Ah, Nora, isn't it a
bitter thing to think of him floating that way to the far
north, and no one to keen him but the black hags that do
be flying on the sea?
NORA
[Swinging herself round, and throwing out her arms on the
clothes.]
And isn't it a
pitiful thing when there is nothing left of a
man who was a great rower and
fisher, but a bit of an old shirt
and a plain stocking?
CATHLEEN
[After an instant.]
Tell me is herself coming, Nora? I hear a little sound on the
path.
NORA
[Looking out.]
She is, Cathleen. She's coming up to the door.
CATHLEEN
Put these things away before she'll come in. Maybe it's easier
she'll be after giving her
blessing to Bartley, and we won't
let on we've heard anything the time he's on the sea.
NORA
[Helping Cathleen to close the
bundle.]
We'll put them here in the corner.
[They put them into a hole in the chimney corner. Cathleen
goes back to the
spinning-wheel.]
NORA
Will she see it was crying I was?
CATHLEEN
Keep your back to the door the way the light'll not be on you.
[Nora sits down at the chimney corner, with her back to the
door. Maurya comes in very slowly, without looking at the
girls, and goes over to her stool at the other side of the
fire. The cloth with the bread is still in her hand. The
girls look at each other, and Nora points to the
bundle of
bread.]
CATHLEEN
[After
spinning for a moment.]
You didn't give him his bit of bread?
[Maurya begins to keen
softly, without turning round.]
CATHLEEN
Did you see him riding down?
[Maurya goes on keening.]
CATHLEEN
[A little impatiently.]
God
forgive you; isn't it a better thing to raise your voice
and tell what you seen, than to be making
lamentation for a
thing that's done? Did you see Bartley, I'm
saying to you?
MAURYA
[With a weak voice.]
My heart's broken from this day.
CATHLEEN
[As before.]
Did you see Bartley?
MAURYA
I seen the fearfulest thing.
CATHLEEN
[Leaves her wheel and looks out.]
God
forgive you; he's riding the mare now over the green head,
and the gray pony behind him.
MAURYA
[Starts, so that her shawl falls back from her head and shows
her white tossed hair. With a frightened voice.]
The gray pony behind him.
CATHLEEN
[Coming to the fire.]
What is it ails you, at all?
MAURYA
[Speaking very slowly.]
I've seen the fearfulest thing any person has seen, since the
day Bride Dara seen the dead man with the child in his arms.
CATHLEEN AND NORA
Uah.
[They
crouch down in front of the old woman at the fire.]
NORA
Tell us what it is you seen.
MAURYA
I went down to the spring well, and I stood there
saying a
prayer to myself. Then Bartley came along, and he riding on
the red mare with the gray pony behind him [she puts up her
hands, as if to hide something from her eyes.] The Son of God
spare us, Nora!
CATHLEEN
What is it you seen.
MAURYA
I seen Michael himself.
CATHLEEN
[Speaking
softly.]
You did not, mother; it wasn't Michael you seen, for his body
is after being found in the far north, and he's got a clean
burial by the grace of God.
MAURYA
[A little defiantly.]
I'm after
seeing him this day, and he riding and galloping.
Bartley came first on the red mare; and I tried to say "God
speed you," but something choked the words in my
throat. He
went by quickly; and "the
blessing of God on you," says he, and
I could say nothing. I looked up then, and I crying, at the
gray pony, and there was Michael upon it -- with fine clothes
on him, and new shoes on his feet.
CATHLEEN
[Begins to keen.]
It's destroyed we are from this day. It's destroyed, surely.
NORA
Didn't the young
priest say the Almighty God wouldn't leave her
destitute with no son living?
MAURYA
[In a low voice, but clearly.]
It's little the like of him knows of the sea. . . . Bartley
will be lost now, and let you call in Eamon and make me a good
coffin out of the white boards, for I won't live after them.
I've had a husband, and a husband's father, and six sons in
this house -- six fine men, though it was a hard birth I had
with every one of them and they coming to the world -- and some
of them were found and some of them were not found, but they're
gone now the lot of them. . . There were Stephen, and Shawn,
were lost in the great wind, and found after in the Bay of
Gregory of the Golden Mouth, and carried up the two of them on
the one plank, and in by that door.
[She pauses for a moment, the girls start as if they heard
something through the door that is half open behind them.]
NORA
[In a
whisper.]
Did you hear that, Cathleen? Did you hear a noise in the
north-east?
CATHLEEN
[In a
whisper.]
There's some one after crying out by the seashore.
MAURYA
[Continues without
hearing anything.]
There was Sheamus and his father, and his own father again,
were lost in a dark night, and not a stick or sign was seen of
them when the sun went up. There was Patch after was drowned
out of a curagh that turned over. I was sitting here with
Bartley, and he a baby, lying on my two knees, and I seen two
women, and three women, and four women coming in, and they
crossing themselves, and not
saying a word. I looked out then,
and there were men coming after them, and they
holding a thing
in the half of a red sail, and water dripping out of it -- it
was a dry day, Nora -- and leaving a track to the door.
[She pauses again with her hand stretched out towards the door.
It opens
softly and old women begin to come in, crossing
themselves on the
threshold, and kneeling down in front of the
stage with red petticoats over their heads.]
MAURYA
[Half in a dream, to Cathleen.]
Is it Patch, or Michael, or what is it at all?
CATHLEEN
Michael is after being found in the far north, and when he is
found there how could he be here in this place?
MAURYA
There does be a power of young men floating round in the sea,
and what way would they know if it was Michael they had, or
another man like him, for when a man is nine days in the sea,
and the wind blowing, it's hard set his own mother would be to
say what man was it.
CATHLEEN
It's Michael, God spare him, for they're after sending us a bit
of his clothes from the far north.
[She reaches out and hands Maurya the clothes that belonged to
Michael. Maurya stands up slowly, and takes them into her
hands. NORA looks out.]
NORA
They're carrying a thing among them and there's water dripping
out of it and leaving a track by the big stones.
CATHLEEN
[In a
whisper to the women who have come in.]
Is it Bartley it is?
ONE OF THE WOMEN
It is surely, God rest his soul.
[Two younger women come in and pull out the table. Then men
carry in the body of Bartley, laid on a plank, with a bit of a
sail over it, and lay it on the table.]
CATHLEEN
[To the women, as they are doing so.]
What way was he drowned?
ONE OF THE WOMEN
The gray pony knocked him into the sea, and he was washed out
where there is a great surf on the white rocks.
[Maurya has gone over and knelt down at the head of the table.
The women are keening
softly and swaying themselves with a slow
movement. Cathleen and Nora kneel at the other end of the
table. The men kneel near the door.]
MAURYA
[Raising her head and
speaking as if she did not see the people
around her.]
They're all gone now, and there isn't anything more the sea can
do to me. . . . I'll have no call now to be up crying and
praying when the wind breaks from the south, and you can hear
the surf is in the east, and the surf is in the west, making a
great stir with the two noises, and they hitting one on the