Fool. That they may catch the feet of the angels. But every morning, just before the dawn, I go out and cut the nets with my shears, and the angels fly away.
Wise M. Ah, now I know that you are Teigue the Fool. You have told me that I am wise, and I have never seen an angel.
Fool. I have seen plenty of angels.
Wise M. Do you bring luck to the angels too?
Fool. Oh, no, no! No one could do that. But they are always there if one looks about one; they are like the blades of grass.
Wise M. When do you see them?
Fool. When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars—not like the seven that move, but like the fixed stars. [He points upward.]
Wise M. And what happens then?
Fool. Then all in a minute one smells summer flowers, and tall people go by, happy and laughing, and their clothes are the colour of burning sods.
Wise M. Is it long since you have seen them, Teigue the Fool?