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 other.  I’ll have no call now to be going down and getting Holy Water in the dark nights after Samhain, and I won’t care what way the sea is when the other women will be keening. (To NORA) Give me the Holy Water, Nora; there’s a small sup still on the dresser.

(NORA gives it to her.)

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’d 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.  There are not, Colum; we didn’t think of the nails.

ANOTHER MAN.  It’s a great wonder she wouldn’t think of the nails, and all the coffins she’s seen made already.

CATHLEEN.  It’s getting old she is, and broken.

(MAURYA stands up again very slowly and spreads out the pieces of MICHAEL’S clothes beside the body, sprinkling them with the last of the Holy Water.)