the wind is bad.

MAURYA
[Turning round to the fire, and putting her shawl over her
head.]

Isn't it a hard and cruel man won't hear a word from an old
woman, and she holding him from the sea?

CATHLEEN
It's the life of a young man to be going on the sea, and who
would listen to an old woman with one thing and she saying it
over?

BARTLEY
[Taking the halter.]

I must go now quickly. I'll ride down on the red mare, and the
gray pony'll run behind me. . . The blessing of God on you.

[He goes out.]

MAURYA
[Crying out as he is in the door.]

He's gone now, God spare us, and we'll not see him again. He's
gone now, and when the black night is falling I'll have no son
left me in the world.

CATHLEEN