[She hides her face on LAVARCAM's knees.]
LAVARCAM—If I can make your dream real, I will, my beautiful fawn.
DEIRDRE—Dear fostermother, I think my dream is coming near to me. It is coming to me now.
LAVARCAM—Deirdre, tell me what hope has entered your heart?
DEIRDRE—In the night I saw in a dream the top of the mountain yonder, beyond the woods, and three hunters stood there in the dawn. The sun sent its breath upon their faces, but there was a light about them never kindled at the sun. They were surely hunters from some heavenly field, or the three gods whom Lu condemned to wander in mortal form, and they are come again to the world to seek some greater treasure.
LAVARCAM—Describe to me these immortal hunters. In Eire we know no gods who take such shape appearing unto men.
DEIRDRE—I cannot now make clear to thee my remembrance of two of the hunters, but the tallest of the three—oh, he stood like a flame against the flameless sky, and the whole sapphire of the heavens seemed to live in his fearless eyes! His hair was darker than the raven's wing, his face dazzling in its fairness. He pointed with his great flame-bright spear to the valley. His companions seemed in doubt, and pointed east and west. Then in my dream I came nigh him and whispered in his ear, and pointed the way through the valley to our dun. I looked into his eyes, and he started like one who sees a vision; and I know, dear fostermother, he will come here, and he will love me. Oh, I would die if he did not love me!
LAVARCAM—Make haste, my child, and tell me was there aught else memorable about this hero and his companions?
DEIRDRE—Yes, I remember each had the likeness of a torch shedding rays of gold embroidered on the breast.
LAVARCAM—Deirdre, Deirdre, these are no phantoms, but living heroes! O wise king, the eyes of the spirit thou wouldst open have seen farther than the eyes of the body thou wouldst blind! The Druid vision has only revealed to this child her destiny.