“Tell me, mother, why do the bells sound? Wherefore do the priests chant so low?”
“’Tis nothing, daughter,” replies the elder woman. “A poor stranger who lodged here died this night.”
“Ah, where is gone the Seigneur of Nann? Mother, oh, where is he?”
THE SEIGNEUR OF NANN AND THE KORRIGAN
“He has gone to the town, my child. In a little he will come to see you.”
“Ah, mother, let us speak of happy things. Must I wear my red or my blue robe at my churching?”
“Neither, daughter. The mode is changed. You must wear black.”