MARY (to SHAWN)
Just now when she came near I thought I heard
Other small steps beating upon the floor,
And a faint music blowing in the wind,
Invisible pipes giving her feet the tune.
SHAWN
I heard no steps but hers.
MARY
I hear them now,
The unholy powers are dancing in the house.
MAURTEEN
Come over here, and if you promise me
Not to talk wickedly of holy things
I will give you something.
THE CHILD
Bring it me, old father.