the well of the saints-第4章

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great　trembling　Martin　has　shaking　him；　and　he　on　his　knees。



TIMMY　　＇anxiously。＇　　God　help　him。　。　。　What　will　he　be　doing

when　he　sees　his　wife　this　day？　　I'm　thinking　it　was　bad　work　we

did　when　we　let　on　she　was　fine…looking；　and　not　a　wrinkled；

wizened　hag　the　way　she　is。



MAT　SIMON。　　Why　would　he　be　vexed；　and　we　after　giving　him　great

joy　and　pride；　the　time　he　was　dark？



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇sitting　down　in　Mary　Doul's　seat　and　tidying　her

hair。＇　　If　it's　vexed　he　is　itself；　he'll　have　other　things　now

to　think　on　as　well　as　his　wife；　and　what　does　any　man　care　for　a

wife；　when　it's　two　weeks　or　three；　he　is　looking　on　her　face？



MAT　SIMON。　　That's　the　truth　now；　Molly；　and　it's　more　joy　dark

Martin　got　from　the　lies　we　told　of　that　hag　is　kneeling　by　the

path　than　your　own　man　will　get　from　you；　day　or　night；　and　he

living　at　your　side。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇defiantly。＇　　Let　you　not　be　talking；　Mat　Simon；

for　it's　not　yourself　will　be　my　man；　though　you'd　be　crowing　and

singing　fine　songs　if　you'd　that　hope　in　you　at　all。



TIMMY　　＇shocked；　to　Molly　Byrne。＇　　Let　you　not　be　raising


your　voice　when　the　Saint's　above　at　his　prayers。



BRIDE　　＇crying　out。＇　　Whisht。　。　。　。　Whisht。　。　。　。　　I'm

thinking　he's　cured。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇crying　out　in　the　church。＇　　Oh；　glory　be　to

God。　。　。　。



SAINT　　＇solemnly。＇　Laus　Patri　sit　et　Filio　cum　Spiritu

Paraclito　Qui　Suae　dono　gratiae　misertus　est　Hiberniae。　。　。　。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇ecstatically。＇　　Oh；　glory　be　to　God；　I　see　now

surely。　。　。　。　　I　see　the　walls　of　the　church；　and　the　green　bits

of　ferns　in　them；　and　yourself；　holy　father；　and　the　great　width

of　the　sky。



＇He　runs　out　half…foolish　with　joy；　and　comes　past　Mary　Doul　as

she　scrambles　to　her　feet；　drawing　a　little　away　from　her　as　he

goes　by。＇



TIMMY　　＇to　the　others。＇　　He　doesn't　know　her　at　all。



＇The　Saint　comes　out　behind　Martin　Doul；　and　leads　Mary　Doul　into

the　church。　　Martin　Doul　comes　on　to　the　People。　　The　men　are

between　him　and　the　Girls；　he　verifies　his　position　with　his

stick。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇crying　out　joyfully。＇　　That's　Timmy；　I　know

Timmy　by　the　black　of　his　head。　。　。　。　　That's　Mat　Simon；　I　know

Mat　by　the　length　of　his　legs。　。　。　。　　That　should　be　Patch　Ruadh；

with　the　gamey　eyes　in　him；　and　the　fiery　hair。　　（He　sees　Molly

Byrne　on　Mary　Doul's　seat；　and　his　voice　changes　completely。）　

Oh；　it　was　no　lie　they　told　me；　Mary　Doul。　　Oh；　glory　to　God　and

the　seven　saints　I　didn't　die　and　not　see　you　at　all。　　The

blessing　of　God　on　the　water；　and　the　feet　carried　it　round

through　the　land。　The　blessing　of　God　on　this　day；　and　them　that

brought　me　the　Saint；　for　it's　grand　hair　you　have　（she　lowers

her　head　a　little　confused）；　and　soft　skin；　and　eyes　would　make

the　saints；　if　they　were　dark　awhile　and　seeing　again；　fall　down

out　of　the　sky。　　（He　goes　nearer　to　her。）　　Hold　up　your　head；

Mary；　the　way　I'll　see　it's　richer　I　am　than　the　great　kings　of

the　east。　　Hold　up　your　head；　I'm　saying；　for　it's　soon　you'll　be

seeing　me；　and　I　not　a　bad　one　at　all。　＇He　touches　her　and　she

starts　up。＇



MOLLY　BYRNE。　　Let　you　keep　away　from　me；　and　not　be　soiling　my

chin。　＇People　laugh　heartily。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇bewildered。＇　　It's　Molly's　voice　you　have。



MOLLY　BYRNE。　　Why　wouldn't　I　have　my　own　voice？　　Do　you　think　I'm

a　ghost？



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Which　of　you　all　is　herself？　　（He　goes　up　to

Bride。）　　Is　it　you　is　Mary　Doul？　　I'm　thinking　you're　more　the

like　of　what　they　said　（peering　at　her。）　　For　you've　yellow　hair；

and　white　skin；　and　it's　the　smell　of　my　own　turf　is　rising　from

your　shawl。　＇He　catches　her　shawl。＇



BRIDE　　＇pulling　away　her　shawl。＇　　I'm　not　your　wife；　and　let

you　get　out　of　my　way。　＇The　People　laugh　again。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇with　misgiving；　to　another　Girl。＇　　Is　it

yourself　it　is？　　You're　not　so　fine…looking；　but　I'm　thinking

you'd　do；　with　the　grand　nose　you　have；　and　your　nice　hands　and

your　feet。



GIRL　　＇scornfully。＇　　I　never　seen　any　person　that　took　me　for

blind；　and　a　seeing　woman；　I'm　thinking；　would　never　wed　the　like

of　you。



＇She　turns　away；　and　the　People　laugh　once　more；　drawing　back　a

little　and　leaving　him　on　their　left。＇



PEOPLE　　＇jeeringly。＇　　Try　again；　Martin；　try　again；　and

you'll　be　finding　her　yet。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇passionately。＇　　Where　is　it　you　have　her　hidden

away？　　Isn't　it　a　black　shame　for　a　drove　of　pitiful　beasts　the

like　of　you　to　be　making　game　of　me；　and　putting　a　fool's　head　on

me　the　grand　day　of　my　life？　　Ah；　you're　thinking　you're　a　fine

lot；　with　your　giggling；　weeping　eyes；　a　fine　lot　to　be　making

game　of　myself　and　the　woman　I've　heard　called　the　great　wonder

of　the　west。



＇During　this　speech；　which　he　gives　with　his　back　towards　the

church；　Mary　Doul　has　come　out　with　her　sight　cured；　and　come

down　towards　the　right　with　a　silly　simpering　smile；　till　she　is

a　little　behind　Martin　Doul。＇



MARY　DOUL　　＇when　he　pauses。＇　　Which　of　you　is　Martin　Doul？



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇wheeling　round。＇　　It's　her　voice　surely。　＇They

stare　at　each　other　blankly。＇




MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇to　Martin　Doul。＇　　Go　up　now　and　take　her　under

the　chin　and　be　speaking　the　way　you　spoke　to　myself。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇in　a　low　voice；　with　intensity。＇　　If　I　speak

now；　I'll　speak　hard　to　the　two　of　you。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇to　Mary　Doul。＇　　You're　not　saying　a　word；　Mary。　

What　is　it　you　think　of　himself；　with　the　fat　legs　on　him；　and

the　little　neck　like　a　ram？



MARY　DOUL。　　I'm　thinking　it's　a　poor　thing　when　the　Lord　God

gives　you　sight　and　puts　the　like　of　that　man　in　your　way。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　It's　on　your　two　knees　you　should　be　thanking　the

Lord　God　you're　not　looking　on　yourself；　for　if　it　was　yourself

you　seen　you'd　be　running　round　in　a　short　while　like　the　old

screeching　mad…woman　is　running　round　in　the　glen。



MARY　DOUL　　＇beginning　to　realize　herself。＇　　If　I'm　not　so

fine　as　some　of　them　said；　I　have　my　hair；　and　big　eyes；　and　my

white　skin。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇breaking　out　into　a　passionate　cry。＇　　Your

hair；　and　your　big　eyes；　is　it？　。　。　。　　I'm　telling　you　there

isn't　a　wisp　on　any　gray　mare　on　the　ridge　of　the　world　isn't

finer　than　the　dirty　twist　on　your　head。　　There　isn't　two　eyes　in

any　starving　sow　isn't　finer　than　the　eyes　you　were　calling　blue

like　the　sea。



MARY　DOUL　　＇interrupting　him。＇　　It's　the　devil　cured　you　this

day　with　your　talking　of　sows；　it's　the　devil　cured　you　this　day；

I'm　saying；　and　drove　you　crazy　with　lies。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Isn't　it　yourself　is　after　playing　lies　on　me；　ten

years；　in　the　day　and　in　the　night；　but　what　is　that　to　you　now

the　Lord　God　has　given　eyes　to　me；　the　way　I　see　you　an　old

wizendy　hag；　was　never　fit　to　rear　a　child　to　me　itself。



MARY　DOUL。　　I　wouldn't　rear　a　crumpled　whelp　the　like　of　you。　

It's　many　a　woman　is　married　with　finer　than　yourself　should　be

praising　God　if　she's　no　child；　and　isn't　loading　the　earth　with

things　would　make　the　heavens　lonesome　above；　and　they　scaring

the　larks；　and　the　crows；　and　the　angels　passing　in　the　sky。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Go　on　now　to　be　seeking　a　lonesome　place　where　the

earth　can　hide　you　away；　go　on　now；　I'm　saying；　or　you'll　be

having　men　and　women　with　their　knees　bled；　and　they　screaming　to

God　for　a　holy　water　would　darken　their　sight；　for　there's　no　man

but　would　liefer　be　blind　a　hundred　years；　or　a　thousand　itself；

than　to　be　looking　on　your　like。



MARY　DOUL　　＇raising　her　stick。＇　　Maybe　if　I　hit　you　a　strong

blow　you'd　be　blind　again；　and　having　what　you　want。



＇The　Saint　is　seen　in　the　church　door　with　his　head　bent　in

prayer。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇raising　his　stick　and　driving　Mary　Doul　back

towards　left。＇　　Let　you　keep　off　from　me　now　if　you　wouldn't

have　me　strike　out　the　little　handful　of　brains　you　have　about　on

the　road。



＇He　is　going　to　strike　her；　but　Timmy　catches　him　by　the　arm。＇



TIMMY。　　Have　you　no　shame　to　be　making　a　great　row；　and　t