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62 “And who are you in hiding, who goes 'neath this late moon?” “I am your true Dearvorgil, glad you are home thus soon.” “No hour for wives to ramble; but wherefore do you weep?” “With joy for your returning—I wandered in my sleep.”

“Joy's tears are summer rain, Queen—your eyes are sad and red.” “A dream of evil-boding, and that was all my dread.” “What was the dream distressful that made your face so white?” “I dreamt that storm and thunder surrounded you to-night.”

“My lady, storm and thunder ride on the near hill's side.” “Then hasten into shelter!” the lady paled and cried. “In from the lash of tempest I dare not turn to go, Lest, coming up from Leinster, it might lay Ulster low.”

“My lord, the moon is waning, the dawn grows calm and clear, There is no angry weather, and wherefore do you fear?” “My lady, hush! the kern sees something on the way.” “My lord, why listen to him?—I have such news to say.”

“Nay, I shall hear! be silent! O kern, what do you see? If there's aught on the highroad, now quickly tell to me.” “I see one by the pine-wood come on a charger white, He seeks the shadow always, as though he fears the light.”