“Are you a dream?” he asked simply, having no words for his wonder.
“No, Cathal, I am no dream. I am a woman.”
“A woman? But ... but ... you have no body as other women have: and I see the moonbeam that is on your breast shining upon the moss behind you!”
“Is it thinking you are, poor Cathal, that there are no women and no men in the world except those who are in thick flesh, and move about in the suntide.”
Cathal stared wonderingly.
“I am of the green people, Cathal. We are of the woods. I am a woman of the woods.”
“Hast thou a name, fair woman?”
“I am called Deòin.”[6]
[6] Deo-uaine.
“That is well. Truly ‘Green Life’ is a good name for thee. Are there others of thy kin in this place?”