Deirdre of the Sorrows Part 9

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up and come along with me in place of grow- ing crazy with your wailings here.

DEIRDRE. It's yourself has made a crazy story, and let you go back to your arms, Con- chubor, and to councils where your name is great, for in this place you are an old man and a fool only.

CONCHUBOR. If I've folly, I've sense left not to lose the thing I've bought with sorrow and the deaths of many.

[He moves towards her.

DEIRDRE. Do not raise a hand to touch me.

CONCHUBOR. There are other hands to touch you. My fighters are set round in among the trees.

DEIRDRE. Who'll fight the grave, Con- chubor, and it opened on a dark night?

LAVARCHAM -- eagerly. -- There are steps in the wood. I hear the call of Fergus and his men.

CONCHUBOR -- furiously. -- Fergus can- not stop me. I am more powerful than he is, though I am defeated and old.

FERGUS -- comes in to Deirdre; a red glow is seen behind the grove. -- I have de- stroyed Emain, and now I'll guard you all

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times, Deirdre, though it was I, without knowledge, brought Naisi to his grave.

CONCHUBOR. It's not you will guard her, for my whole armies are gathering. Rise up, Deirdre, for you are mine surely.

FERGUS -- coming between them. -- I am come between you.

CONCHUBOR -- wildly. -- When I've killed Naisi and his brothers, is there any man that I will spare? And is it you will stand against me, Fergus, when it's seven years you've seen me getting my death with rage in Emain?

FERGUS. It's I, surely, will stand against a thief and a traitor.

DEIRDRE -- stands up and sees the light from Emain. -- Draw a little back with the squabbling of fools when I am broken up with misery. (She turns round.) I see the flames of Emain starting upward in the dark night; and because of me there will be weasels and wild cats crying on a lonely wall where there were queens and armies and red gold, the way there will be a story told of a ruined city and a raving king and a woman will be young for ever. (She looks round.) I see the trees naked and bare, and the moon s.h.i.+ning. Little moon, little moon of Alban,

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it's lonesome you'll be this night, and to- morrow night, and long nights after, and you pacing the woods beyond Glen Laoi, looking every place for Deirdre and Naisi, the two lovers who slept so sweetly with each other.

FERGUS -- going to Conchubor's right and whispering. -- Keep back, or you will have the shame of pus.h.i.+ng a bolt on a queen who is out of her wits.

CONCHUBOR. It is I who am out of my wits, with Emain in flames, and Deirdre raving, and my own heart gone within me.

DEIRDRE -- in a high and quiet tone. -- I have put away sorrow like a shoe that is worn out and muddy, for it is I have had a life that will be envied by great companies. It was not by a low birth I made kings uneasy, and they sitting in the halls of Emain. It was not a low thing to be chosen by Conchubor, who was wise, and Naisi had no match for bravery. It is not a small thing to be rid of grey hairs, and the loosening of the teeth.

(With a sort of triumph.) It was the choice of lives we had in the clear woods, and in the grave, we're safe, surely. . . .

CONCHUBOR. She will do herself harm.

DEIRDRE -- showing Naisi's knife. -- I have a little key to unlock the prison of Naisi

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you'd shut upon his youth for ever. Keep back, Conchubor; for the High King who is your master has put his hands between us.

(She half turns to the grave.) It was sorrows were foretold, but great joys were my share always; yet it is a cold place I must go to be with you, Naisi; and it's cold your arms will be this night that were warm about my neck so often. . . . It's a pitiful thing to be talk- ing out when your ears are shut to me. It's a pitiful thing, Conchubor, you have done this night in Emain; yet a thing will be a joy and triumph to the ends of life and time.

[She presses knife into her heart and sinks into the grave. Conchubor and Fergus go forward. The red glow fades, leaving stage very dark.

FERGUS. Four white bodies are laid down together; four clear lights are quenched in Ireland. (He throws his sword into the grave.) There is my sword that could not s.h.i.+eld you -- my four friends that were the dearest always. The flames of Emain have gone out: Deirdre is dead and there is none to keen her. That is the fate of Deirdre and the children of Usna, and for this night, Con- chubor, our war is ended. [He goes out.

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LAVARCHAM. I have a little hut where you can rest, Conchubor; there is a great dew falling.

CONCHUBOR -- with the voice of an old man. -- Take me with you. I'm hard set to see the way before me.

OLD WOMAN. This way, Conchubor.

[They go out.

LAVARCHAM -- beside the grave. -- Deirdre is dead, and Naisi is dead; and if the oaks and stars could die for sorrow, it's a dark sky and a hard and naked earth we'd have this night in Emain.

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