No, not yet for first I'll cover up his face to hide the sea; And throw new logs upon the hearth and stir The half burnt logs until they break in flame. Old Mananan's unbridled horses come Out of the sea and on their backs his horsemen But all the enchantments of the dreaming foam Dread the hearth fire. (She pulls the curtains of the bed so as to hide the sick man's face, that the actor may change his mask unseen. She goes to one side of platform and moves her hand as though putting logs on a fire and stirring it into a blaze. While she makes these movements the Musicians play, marking the movements with drum and flute perhaps. Having finished she stands beside the imaginary fire at a distance from Cuchulain & Eithne Inguba.) Call on Cuchulain now. EITHNE INGUBA Can you not hear my voice. EMER Bend over him. Call out dear secrets till you have touched his heart If he lies there; and if he is not there Till you have made him jealous. EITHNE INGUBA Cuchulain, listen. EMER You speak too timidly; to be afraid Because his wife is but three paces off When there is so great a need were but to prove The man that chose you made but a poor choice. We're but two women struggling with the sea. EITHNE INGUBA O my beloved pardon me, that I Have been ashamed and you in so great need. I have never sent a message or called out, Scarce had a longing for your company But you have known and come; and if indeed You are lying there stretch out your arms and speak; Open your mouth and speak for to this hour My company has made you talkative. Why do you mope, and what has closed your ears. Our passion had not chilled when we were parted On the pale shore under the breaking dawn. He will not hear me: or his ears are closed And no sound reaches him. EMER Then kiss that image The pressure of your mouth upon his mouth May reach him where he is. EITHNE INGUBA (starting back) It is no man. I felt some evil thing that dried my heart When my lips touched it. EMER No, his body stirs; The pressure of your mouth has called him home; He has thrown the changeling out. EITHNE INGUBA (going further off) Look at that arm That arm is withered to the very socket. EMER (going up to the bed) What do you come for and from where? FIGURE of CUCHULAIN I have come From Mananan's court upon a bridleless horse. EMER What one among the Sidhe has dared to lie Upon Cuchulain's bed and take his image? FIGURE of CUCHULAIN I am named Bricriu--not the man--that Bricriu, Maker of discord among gods and men, Called Bricriu of the Sidhe. EMER Come for what purpose? FIGURE of CUCHULAIN