CONN
I'll come back with yourself.
MAIRE
I remember the time when we were on the roads. I remember
sights we used to see! Little towns here, and big towns far away,
and always the road.
CONN
And the lasting kindness of the road!
MAIRE
There is no need for you to come back here, father.
CONN
And would you follow the road?
MAIRE
Go back to the fiddler's life, and I'll go back with you. Well
see Anne and James at Ardagh, and we'll be at their marriage.
_(She turns round as though to take farewell of the house)_ It's
right that this place should go to Anne. The house wasn't for you,
and it wasn't for me either, I begin to think.
_Anne comes in_.
ANNE
_(with a cry)_ Maire, you are going on the roads!
MAIRE
How do you know that?
ANNE
You bid Brian MacConnell go from you, and where else would you
go but on the roads?
_She goes to the settle and throws herself down, her hands before
her face. Maire puts cloak on. Conn goes to Anne. He takes her hands
from her face and holds them_.
CONN
Don't be grieving that we're going from you, Anne. When you
come back here again, your own care will begin. I know that you
grieve for Maire going from you, and my own heart is unquiet for her.
_(He goes to dresser, takes fiddle and wraps it up. He puts hat on.
Maire goes to settle, and sits beside Anne)_ Well, here's Conn
Hourican the fiddler going on his travels again.
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