the well of the saints-第2部分
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it's wonder enough we are ourselves。
TIMMY。 If I'd a mind I'd be telling you of a real wonder this
day； and the way you'll be having a great joy； maybe； you're not
thinking on at all。
MARTIN DOUL ＇interested。＇ Are they putting up a still
behind in the rocks？ It'd be a grand thing if I'd sup handy the
way I wouldn't be destroying myself groping up across the bogs in
the rain falling。
TIMMY ＇still moodily。＇ It's not a still they're bringing；
or the like of it either。
MARY DOUL ＇persuasively； to Timmy。＇ Maybe they're hanging a
thief； above at the bit of a tree。 I'm told it's a great sight
to see a man hanging by his neck； but what joy would that be to
ourselves； and we not seeing it at all？
TIMMY ＇more pleasantly。＇ They're hanging no one this day；
Mary Doul； and yet； with the help of God； you'll see a power
hanged before you die。
MARY DOUL。 Well you've queer hum…bugging talk。 。 。 。 What way
would I see a power hanged； and I a dark woman since the seventh
year of my age？
TIMMY。 Did ever you hear tell of a place across a bit of the
sea； where there is an island； and the grave of the four
beautiful saints？
MARY DOUL。 I've heard people have walked round from the west and
they speaking of that。
TIMMY ＇impressively。＇ There's a green ferny well； I'm told；
behind of that place； and if you put a drop of the water out of
it on the eyes of a blind man； you'll make him see as well as any
person is walking the world。
MARTIN DOUL ＇with excitement。＇ Is that the truth； Timmy？
I'm thinking you're telling a lie。
TIMMY ＇gruffly。＇ That's the truth； Martin Doul； and you may
believe it now； for you're after believing a power of things
weren't as likely at all。
MARY DOUL。 Maybe we could send us a young lad to bring us the
water。 I could wash a naggin bottle in the morning； and I'm
thinking Patch Ruadh would go for it； if we gave him a good
drink； and the bit of money we have hid in the thatch。
TIMMY。 It'd be no good to be sending a sinful man the like of
ourselves； for I'm told the holiness of the water does be getting
soiled with the villainy of your heart； the time you'd be
carrying it； and you looking round on the girls； maybe； or
drinking a small sup at a still。
MARTIN DOUL ＇with disappointment。＇ It'd be a long terrible
way to be walking ourselves； and I'm thinking that's a wonder
will bring small joy to us at all。
TIMMY ＇turning on him impatiently。＇ What is it you want
with your walking？ It's as deaf as blind you're growing if
you're not after hearing me say it's in this place the wonder
would be done。
MARTIN DOUL ＇with a flash of anger。＇ If it is can't you
open the big slobbering mouth you have and say what way it'll be
done； and not be making blather till the fall of night。
TIMMY ＇jumping up。＇ I'll be going on now （Mary Doul rises）；
and not wasting time talking civil talk with the like of you。
MARY DOUL ＇standing up； disguising her impatience。＇ Let you
come here to me； Timmy； and not be minding him at all。 （Timmy
stops； and she gropes up to him and takes him by the coat）。＇
You're not huffy with myself； and let you tell me the whole story
and don't be fooling me more。 。 。 。 Is it yourself has brought
us the water？
TIMMY。 It is not； surely。
MARY DOUL。 Then tell us your wonder； Timmy。 。 。 。 What
person'll bring it at all？
TIMMY ＇relenting。＇ It's a fine holy man will bring it； a
saint of the Almighty God。
MARY DOUL ＇overawed。＇ A saint is it？
TIMMY。 Ay； a fine saint； who's going round through the churches
of Ireland； with a long cloak on him； and naked feet； for he's
brought a sup of the water slung at his side； and； with the like
of him； any little drop is enough to cure the dying； or to make
the blind see as clear as the gray hawks do be high up； on a
still day； sailing the sky。
MARTIN DOUL ＇feeling for his stick。＇ What place is he；
Timmy？ I'll be walking to him now。
TIMMY。 Let you stay quiet； Martin。 He's straying around saying
prayers at the churches and high crosses； between this place and
the hills； and he with a great crowd go… ing behind for it's
fine prayers he does be saying； and fasting with it； till he's as
thin as one of the empty rushes you have there on your knee； then
he'll be coming after to this place to cure the two of you
we're after telling him the way you are and to say his prayers
in the church。
MARTIN DOUL ＇turning suddenly to Mary Doul。＇ And we'll be
seeing ourselves this day。 Oh； glory be to God； is it true
surely？
MARY DOUL ＇very pleased； to Timmy。＇ Maybe I'd have time to
walk down and get the big shawl I have below； for I do look my
best； I've heard them say； when I'm dressed up with that thing on
my head。
TIMMY。 You'd have time surely。
MARTIN DOUL ＇listening。＇ Whisht now。 。 。 。 I hear people
again coming by the stream。
TIMMY ＇looking out left； puzzled。＇ It's the young girls I
left walking after the Saint。 。 。 。 They're coming now （goes up
to entrance） carrying things in their hands； and they walking as
easy as you'd see a child walk who'd have a dozen eggs hid in her
bib。
MARTIN DOUL ＇listening。＇ That's Molly Byrne； I'm thinking。
＇Molly Byrne and Bride come on left and cross to Martin Doul；
carrying water…can； Saint's bell； and cloak。＇
MOLLY ＇volubly。＇ God bless you； Martin。 I've holy water
here； from the grave of the four saints of the west； will have
you cured in a short while and seeing like ourselves。
TIMMY ＇crosses to Molly； interrupting her。＇ He's heard
that。 God help you。 But where at all is the Saint； and what way
is he after trusting the holy water with the likes of you？
MOLLY BYRNE。 He was afeard to go a far way with the clouds is
coming beyond； so he's gone up now through the thick woods to say
a prayer at the crosses of Grianan； and he's coming on this road
to the church。
TIMMY ＇still astonished。＇ And he's after leaving the holy
water with the two of you？ It's a wonder； surely。 ＇Comes down
left a little。＇
MOLLY BYRNE。 The lads told him no person could carry them things
through the briars； and steep； slippy…feeling rocks he'll be
climbing above； so he looked round then； and gave the water； and
his big cloak； and his bell to the two of us； for young girls；
says he； are the cleanest holy people you'd see walking the
world。 ＇Mary Doul goes near seat。＇
MARY DOUL ＇sits down； laughing to herself。＇ Well； the
Saint's a simple fellow； and it's no lie。
MARTIN DOUL ＇leaning forward； holding out his hands。＇ Let
you give me the water in my hand； Molly Byrne； the way I'll know
you have it surely。
MOLLY BYRNE ＇giving it to him。＇ Wonders is queer things；
and maybe it'd cure you； and you holding it alone。
MARTIN DOUL ＇looking round。＇ It does not； Molly。 I'm not
seeing at all。 （He shakes the can。） There's a small sup only。
Well； isn't it a great wonder the little trifling thing would
bring seeing to the blind； and be showing us the big women and
the young girls； and all the fine things is walking the world。
＇He feels for Mary Doul and gives her the can。＇
MARY DOUL ＇shaking it。＇ Well； glory be to God。
MARTIN DOUL ＇pointing to Bride。＇ And what is it herself
has； making sounds in her hand？
BRIDE ＇crossing to Martin Doul。＇ It's the Saint's bell；
you'll hear him ringing out the time he'll be going up some
place； to be saying his prayers。
＇Martin Doul holds out his hand； she gives it to him。＇
MARTIN DOUL ＇ringing it。＇ It's a sweet； beautiful sound。
MARY DOUL。 You'd know； I'm thinking； by the little silvery voice
of it； a fasting holy man was after carrying it a great way at
his side。
＇Bride crosses a little right behind Martin Doul。＇
MOLLY BYRNE ＇unfolding Saint's cloak。＇ Let you stand up
now； Martin Doul； till I put his big cloak on you。 （Martin Doul
rises； comes forward； centre a little。） The way we'd see how
you'd look； and you a saint of the Almighty God。
MARTIN DOUL ＇standing up； a little diffidently。＇ I've heard
the priests a power of times making great talk and praises of the
beauty of the saints。 ＇Molly Byrne slips cloak round him。＇
TIMMY ＇uneasily。＇ You'd have a right to be leaving him
alone； Molly。 What would the Saint say if he seen you making
game with his cloak？
MOLLY BYRNE ＇recklessly。＇ How would he see us； and he
saying prayers in the wood？ （She turns Martin Doul round。） Isn't
that a fine holy…looking saint； Timmy the smith？ （Laughing
foolishly。） There's a grand； handsome fellow； Mary Doul； and if
you seen him now you'd be as proud； I'm thinking； as the
archangels below； fell out with the Almighty God。
MARY DOUL ＇with quiet confidence going to Martin Doul and
feeling his cloak。＇ It's proud we'll be this day； surely。
＇Mart
