But the wind’s blown upon my hair, and I

Must set the jewels on my neck and head

For one that’s coming.

NAISI.

Your colour has all gone

As ’twere with fear, and there’s no cause for that.

DEIRDRE.

These women have the raddle that they use

To make them brave and confident, although

Dread, toil or cold may chill the blood o’ their cheeks.