BUINNE—If we are not welcome in this dun let us return!
FERGUS—Be still, hasty boy.
ILANN—The lady Deirdre has received some omen or warning on our account. When the Sidhe declare their will, we should with due awe consider it.
ARDAN—Her mind has been troubled by a dream of some ill to Naisi.
NAISI—It was not by dreaming evils that the sons of Usna grew to be champions in Ulla. And I took thee to my heart, Deirdre, though the Druids trembled to murmur thy name.
FERGUS—If we listened to dreamers and foretellers the sword would never flash from its sheath. In truth, I have never found the Sidhe send omens to warriors; they rather bid them fly to herald our coming.
DEIRDRE—And what doom comes with thee now that such omens fled before thee? I fear thy coming, warrior. I fear the Lights of Valor will be soon extinguished.
FERGUS—Thou shalt smile again, pale princess, when thou hast heard my tale. It is not to the sons of Usna I would bring sorrow. Naisi, thou art free to return to Ulla.
NAISI—Does the king then forego his vengeance?
DEIRDRE—The king will never forego his vengeance. I have looked on his face—the face of one who never changes his purpose.