You have often heard me talking of
Aoife, the great woman-fighter Cuchulain got the mastery over in the
north?
Aoife, the great woman-fighter Cuchulain got the mastery over in the
north?
Yeats
He doesn't care for
common fighting. Why would he put himself out, and nobody in it but
that young man? Now, if it were a white fawn that might turn into a
queen before morning--
FOOL.
Come to the fowl. I wish it was as big as a pig; a fowl with goose
grease and pig's crackling.
BLIND MAN.
No hurry, no hurry. I know whose son it is. I wouldn't tell anybody
else, but I will tell you,--a secret is better to you than your dinner.
You like being told secrets.
FOOL.
Tell me the secret.
BLIND MAN.
That young man is Aoife's son. I am sure it is Aoife's son, it flows
in upon me that it is Aoife's son.
You have often heard me talking of
Aoife, the great woman-fighter Cuchulain got the mastery over in the
north?
FOOL.
I know, I know. She is one of those cross queens that live in hungry
Scotland.
BLIND MAN.
I am sure it is her son. I was in Aoife's country for a long time.
FOOL.
That was before you were blinded for putting a curse upon the wind.
BLIND MAN.
There was a boy in her house that had her own red colour on him
and everybody said he was to be brought up to kill Cuchulain, that
she hated Cuchulain. She used to put a helmet on a pillar-stone
and call it Cuchulain and set him casting at it. There is a step
outside--Cuchulain's step.
[_CUCHULAIN passes by in the mist outside the big door. _
FOOL.
Where is Cuchulain going?
common fighting. Why would he put himself out, and nobody in it but
that young man? Now, if it were a white fawn that might turn into a
queen before morning--
FOOL.
Come to the fowl. I wish it was as big as a pig; a fowl with goose
grease and pig's crackling.
BLIND MAN.
No hurry, no hurry. I know whose son it is. I wouldn't tell anybody
else, but I will tell you,--a secret is better to you than your dinner.
You like being told secrets.
FOOL.
Tell me the secret.
BLIND MAN.
That young man is Aoife's son. I am sure it is Aoife's son, it flows
in upon me that it is Aoife's son.
You have often heard me talking of
Aoife, the great woman-fighter Cuchulain got the mastery over in the
north?
FOOL.
I know, I know. She is one of those cross queens that live in hungry
Scotland.
BLIND MAN.
I am sure it is her son. I was in Aoife's country for a long time.
FOOL.
That was before you were blinded for putting a curse upon the wind.
BLIND MAN.
There was a boy in her house that had her own red colour on him
and everybody said he was to be brought up to kill Cuchulain, that
she hated Cuchulain. She used to put a helmet on a pillar-stone
and call it Cuchulain and set him casting at it. There is a step
outside--Cuchulain's step.
[_CUCHULAIN passes by in the mist outside the big door. _
FOOL.
Where is Cuchulain going?
