Cathleen [as before]. Did you see Bartley?
Maurya. I seen the fearfulest thing.
Cathleen [leaves her wheel and looks out]. God forgive you; he's riding the mare now over the green head, and the gray pony behind him.
Maurya [starts, so that her shawl falls back from her head and shows her white tossed hair. With a frightened voice]. The gray pony behind him.
Cathleen [coming to the fire]. What is it ails you, at all?
Maurya [speaking very slowly]. I've seen the fearfulest thing any person has seen, since the day Bride Dara seen the dead man with the child in his arms.
Cathleen and Nora. Uah. [They crouch down in front of the old woman at the fire.]
Nora. Tell us what it is you seen.
Maurya. I went down to the spring well, and I stood there saying a prayer to myself. Then Bartley came along, and he riding on the red mare with the gray pony behind him. [She puts up her hands, as if to hide something from her eyes.] The Son of God spare us, Nora!
Cathleen. What is it you seen?