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evil wonders live in this old wood,

      And they can show in what shape please them best.

      And we have had no milk to leave of nights

      To keep our own good people kind to us.

      And Aleel, who has talked with the great Sidhe,

      Is full of terrors to come.

      [She lays the bough on a chair.

      SHEMUS.

      I would eat my supper

      With no less mirth if squatting by the hearth

      Were dulacaun or demon of the pit

      Clawing its knees, its hoof among the ashes.

      [He rings another piece of money. A sound of footsteps outside the door.

      MAIRE.

      Who knows what evil you have brought to us?

      I fear the wood things, Shemus.

      [A knock at the door.

      Do not open.

      SHEMUS.

      A crown and twenty pennies are not enough

      To stop the hole that lets the famine in.

      [The little shrine falls.

      MAIRE.

      Look! look!

      SHEMUS.

       [Crushing it underfoot.]

      The Mother of God has dropped asleep,

      And all her household things have gone to wrack.

      MAIRE.

      O Mary, Mother of God, be pitiful!

      [SHEMUS opens the door. TWO MERCHANTS stand without. They have bands of gold round their foreheads, and each carries a bag upon his shoulder.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      Have you food here?

      SHEMUS.

      For those who can pay well.

      SECOND MERCHANT.

      We are rich merchants seeking merchandise.

      SHEMUS.

      Come in, your honours.

      MAIRE.

      No, do not come in:

      We have no food, not even for ourselves.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      There is a wolf on the big hook in the cupboard.

      [They enter.

      SHEMUS.

      Forgive her: she is not used to quality,

      And is half crazed with being much alone.

      How did you know I had taken a young wolf?

      Fine wholesome food, though maybe somewhat strong.

      [The SECOND MERCHANT sits down by the fire and begins rubbing his hands. The FIRST MERCHANT stands looking at the quicken bough on the chair.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      I would rest here: the night is somewhat chilly,

      And my feet footsore going up and down

      From land to land and nation unto nation:

      The fire burns dimly; feed it with this bough.

      [SHEMUS throws the bough into the fire. The FIRST MERCHANT sits down on the chair. The MERCHANTS’ chairs are on each side of the fire. The table is between them. Each lays his bag before him on the table. The night has closed in somewhat, and the main light comes from the fire.

      MAIRE.

      What have you in the bags?

      SHEMUS.

      Don’t mind her, sir:

      Women grow curious and feather-thoughted

      Through being in each other’s company

      More than is good for them.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      Our bags are full

      Of golden pieces to buy merchandise.

      [They pour gold pieces on to the table out of their bags. It is covered with the gold pieces. They shine in the firelight. MAIRE goes to the door of pantry, and watches the MERCHANTS, muttering to herself.

      TEIG.

      These are great gentlemen.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      [Taking a stone bottle out of his bag.]

      Come to the fire,

      Here is the headiest wine you ever tasted.

      SECOND MERCHANT.

      Wine that can hush asleep the petty war

      Of good and evil, and awake instead

      A scented flame flickering above that peace

      The bird of prey knows well in his deep heart.

      SHEMUS.

      [Bringing drinking-cups.]

      I do not understand you, but your wine

      Sets me athirst: its praise made your eyes lighten.

      I am thirsting for it.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      Ay, come drink and drink,

      I bless all mortals who drink long and deep.

      My curse upon the salt-strewn road of monks.

      [TEIG and SHEMUS sit down at the table and drink.]

      TEIG.

      You must have seen rare sights and done rare things.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      What think you of the master whom we serve?

      SHEMUS.

      I have grown weary of my days in the world

      Because I do not serve him.

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      More of this

      When we have eaten, for we love right well

      A merry meal, a warm and leaping fire

      And easy hearts.

      SHEMUS.

      Come, Maire, and cook the wolf.

      MAIRE.

      I will not cook for you.

      SHEMUS.

      Maire is mad.

      [TEIG and SHEMUS stand up and stagger about.

      SHEMUS.

      That wine is the suddenest wine man ever tasted.

      MAIRE.

      I will not cook for you: you are not human:

      Before you came two horned owls looked at us;

      The dog bayed, and the tongue of Shemus maddened.

      When you came in the Virgin’s blessed shrine

      Fell from its nail, and when you sat down here

      You poured out wine as the wood sidheogs do

      When they’d entice a soul out of the world.

      Why did you come to us? Was not death near?

      FIRST MERCHANT.

      We

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