I have but two joyous thoughts, two things I prize,
A hope, a memory, and now you claim that hope.
FIGURE of CUCHULAIN
He'll never sit beside you at the hearth
Or make old bones, but die of wounds and toil
On some far shore or mountain, a strange woman
Beside his mattress.
EMER
You ask for my one hope
That you may bring your curse on all about him.
FIGURE of CUCHULAIN
You've watched his loves and you have not been jealous
Knowing that he would tire, but do those tire
That love the Sidhe?
EMER
What dancer of the Sidhe
What creature of the reeling moon has pursued him?