[Deirdre springs away from him as Fergus comes in with Lavarcham and the Old Woman.
CONCHUBOR.
— to Fergus. — There is a storm coming, and we’d best be going to our people when the night is young.
FERGUS.
— cheerfully. — The gods shield you, Deirdre. (To Conchubor.) We’re late already, and it’s no work the High King to be slipping on stepping-stones and hilly pathways when the floods are rising with the rain.
[He helps Conchubor into his cloak.
CONCHUBOR.
— glad that he has made his decision — to Lavarcham. — Keep your rules a few days longer, and you’ll be brought down to Emain, you and Deirdre with you.
LAVARCHAM.
— obediently. — Your rules are kept always.
CONCHUBOR.
The gods shield you.
[He goes out with Fergus. Old Woman bolts door.
LAVARCHAM.
— looking at Deirdre, who has covered her face. — Wasn’t I saying you’d do it? You’ve brought your marriage a sight nearer not heeding those are wiser than yourself.
DEIRDRE.
— with agitation. — It wasn’t I did it. Will you take me from this place, Lavarcham, and keep me safe in the hills?