It was no lie,lady of the house.I was passing below on a dark night the like of this night,and the sheep were lying under the ditch and every one of them coughing,and choking,like an old man,with the great rain and the fog.Then I heard a thing talking --queer talk,you wouldn't believe at all,and you out of your dreams,--and "Merciful God,"says I,"if I begin hearing the like of that voice out of the thick mist,I'm destroyed surely."Then I run,and I run,and I run,till I was below in Rathvanna.I got drunk that night,I got drunk in the morning,and drunk the day after,--I was coming from the races beyond --and the third day they found Darcy.Then I knew it was himself I was after hearing,and I wasn't afeard any more.
NORA
{Speaking sorrowfully and slowly.}
God spare Darcy,he'ld always look in here and he passing up or passing down,and it's very lonesome I was after him a long while {she looks over at the bed and lowers her voice,speaking very clearly,}and then I got happy again --if it's ever happy we are,stranger,--for I got used to being lonesome.
{A short pause;then she stands up.}
NORA
Was there any one on the last bit of the road,stranger,and you coming from Aughrim?
TRAMP
There was a young man with a drift of mountain ewes,and he running after them this way and that.
NORA
{With a half-smile.}
Far down,stranger?
TRAMP
A piece only.
{She fills the kettle and puts it on the fire.}
NORA
Maybe,if you're not easy afeard,you'ld stay here a short while alone with himself.
TRAMP
I would surely.A man that's dead can do no hurt.
NORA
{Speaking with a sort of constraint.}
I'm going a little back to the west,stranger,for himself would go there one night and another and whistle at that place,and then the young man you're after seeing --a kind of a farmer has come up from the sea to live in a cottage beyond --would walk round to see if there was a thing we'ld have to be done,and I'm wanting him this night,the way he can go down into the glen when the sun goes up and tell the people that himself is dead.
TRAMP
{Looking at the body in the sheet.}
It's myself will go for him,lady of the house,and let you not be destroying yourself with the great rain.
NORA
You wouldn't find your way,stranger,for there's a small path only,and it running up between two sluigs where an ass and cart would be drowned.{She puts a shawl over her head.}Let you be making yourself easy,and saying a prayer for his soul,and it's not long I'll be coming again.
TRAMP
{Moving uneasily.}
Maybe if you'd a piece of a grey thread and a sharp needle --there's great safety in a needle,lady of the house --I'ld be putting a little stitch here and there in my old coat,the time I'll be praying for his soul,and it going up naked to the saints of God.
NORA
{Takes a needle and thread from the front of her dress and gives it to him.}
There's the needle,stranger,and I'm thinking you won't be lonesome,and you used to the back hills,for isn't a dead man itself more company than to be sitting alone,and hearing the winds crying,and you not knowing on what thing your mind would stay?
TRAMP
{Slowly.}
It's true,surely,and the Lord have mercy on us all!
{Nora goes out.The Tramp begins stitching one of the tags in his coat,saying the "De Profundis"under his breath.In an instant the sheet is drawn slowly down,and Dan Burke looks out.
The Tramp moves uneasily,then looks up,and springs to his feet with a movement of terror.}
DAN
{With a hoarse voice.}
Don't be afeard,stranger;a man that's dead can do no hurt.
TRAMP
{Trembling.}
I meant no harm,your honour;and won't you leave me easy to be saying a little prayer for your soul?
{A long whistle is heard outside.}
DAN
{Sitting up in his bed and speaking fiercely.}
Ah,the devil mend her.Do you hear that,stranger?Did ever you hear another woman could whistle the like of that with two fingers in her mouth?{He looks at the table hurriedly.}
I'm destroyed with the drouth,and let you bring me a drop quickly before herself will come back.
TRAMP
{Doubtfully.}
Is it not dead you are?
DAN
How would I be dead,and I as dry as a baked bone,stranger?
TRAMP
{Pouring out the whisky.}
What will herself say if she smells the stuff on you,for I'm thinking it's not for nothing you're letting on to be dead?
DAN
It is not,stranger,but she won't be coming near me at all,and it's not long now I'll be letting on,for I've a cramp in my back,and my hip's asleep on me,and there's been the devil's own fly itching my nose.It's near dead I was wanting to sneeze,and you blathering about the rain,and Darcy {bitterly}--the devil choke him --and the towering church.{Crying out impatiently.}
Give me that whisky.Would you have herself come back before Itaste a drop at all?
{Tramp gives him the glass.}
DAN
{After drinking.}
Go over now to that cupboard,and bring me a black stick you'll see in the west corner by the wall.
TRAMP
{Taking a stick from the cupboard}
Is it that?
DAN
It is,stranger;it's a long time I'm keeping that stick for I've a bad wife in the house.
TRAMP
{With a queer look.}
Is it herself,master of the house,and she a grand woman to talk?
DAN
It's herself,surely,it's a bad wife she is --a bad wife for an old man,and I'm getting old,God help me,though I've an arm to me still.{He takes the stick in his hand.}Let you wait now a short while,and it's a great sight you'll see in this room in two hours or three.{He stops to listen.}Is that somebody above?
TRAMP
{Listening.}
There's a voice speaking on the path.
DAN
Put that stick here in the bed and smooth the sheet the way it was lying.{He covers himself up hastily.}Be falling to sleep now and don't let on you know anything,or I'll be having your life.I wouldn't have told you at all but it's destroyed with the drouth I was.
TRAMP
{Covering his head.}
Have no fear,master of the house.What is it I know of the like of you that I'ld be saying a word or putting out my hand to stay you at all?
{He goes back to the fire,sits down on a stool with his back to the bed and goes on stitching his coat.}
DAN
{Under the sheet,querulously.}
Stranger.
TRAMP
{Quickly.}
