STRANGER
An old horse gone astray
He has been wandering on the road all night.
YOUNG MAN
I took him for a man and horse. Police
Are out upon the roads. In the late Rising
I think there was no man of us but hated
To fire at soldiers who but did their duty
And were not of our race, but when a man
Is born in Ireland and of Irish stock
When he takes part against us—
STRANGER
I will put you safe,
No living man shall set his eyes upon you.
I will not answer for the dead.
YOUNG MAN
The dead?