The King's Threshold; and On Baile's StrandYeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand
Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
Ireland -- Drama
_Fintain._ Well, forget it again, and I will tell you about Aoife’s
country. It is full of wonders. There are a great many Queens there who
can change themselves into wolves and into swine and into white hares,
and when they are in their own shapes they are stronger than almost any
man; and there are young men there who have cat’s eyes and if a bird
chirrup or a mouse squeak they cannot keep them shut, even though it is
bedtime and they sleepy; and listen, for this is a great wonder, a very
great wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and when anybody goes to
cross it, that the Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench would
if you were to sit on the end of it. Everybody who goes there to learn
skill in arms has to cross it. It was in that country too that
Cuchullain got his spear made out of dragon bones. There were two
dragons fighting in the foam of the sea, and their grandam was the moon,
and nine Queens came along the shore.
_Barach._ I won’t listen to your story.
_Fintain._ It is a very wonderful story. Wait till you hear what the
nine Queens did. Their right hands were all made of silver.
_Barach._ No, I will have my dinner first. You have eaten the fowl I
left in front of the fire. The last time you sent me to steal something
you made me forget all about it till you had eaten it up.
_Fintain._ No, there is plenty for us both.
_Barach._ Come with me where it is.
_Fintain._ [_Who is being led towards the door at the back by BARACH._]
O, it is all right, it is in a safe place.
_Barach._ It is a fine fowl. It was the biggest in the yard.
_Fintain._ It had a good smell, but I hope that the wild dogs have not
smelt it. [_Voices are heard outside the door at the side._] Here is our
master. Let us stay and talk with him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you
a new cap with a feather. He told me that he would give you a new cap
with a feather, a feather with an eye that looks at you, a peacock’s
feather.
_Barach._ No, no.
[_He begins pulling FINTAIN towards the door._
_Fintain._ If you do not get it now, you may never get it, for the
young man may kill him.
_Barach._ No, no, I am hungry. What a head you have, blind man! Who but
you would have remembered that the hen-wife slept for a little at noon
every day!
_Fintain._ [_Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly._] Yes,
I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never
knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
[_They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out
CUCHULLAIN and certain YOUNG KINGS come in at the side door.
CUCHULLAIN, though still young, is a good deal older than the
others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair
fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about CUCHULLAIN
with wondering attention._
_First Young King._ You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
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