to it:
    Being driven on by voices and by dreams
    That were clear messages from the Ever-living,
    I have done right. What could I but obey?
    And yet you make a clamour of reproach.
Dectora [laughing]. Why, it’s a wonder out of reckoning
    That I should keen him from the full of the moon
    To the horn, and he be hale and hearty.
Forgael. How have I wronged her now that she is merry?
    But no, no, no! your cry is not against me.
    You know the counsels of the Ever-living,
    And all that tossing of your wings is joy,
    And all that murmuring’s but a marriage-song;
    But if it be reproach, I answer this:
    There is not one among you that made love
    By any other means. You call it passion,
    Consideration, generosity;
    But it was all deceit, and flattery
    To win a woman in her own despite,
    For love is war, and there is hatred in it;
    And if you say that she came willingly—
Dectora. Why do you turn away and hide your face,
    That I would look upon for ever?
Forgael.                      My grief!
Dectora. Have I not loved you for a thousand years?
Forgael. I never have been golden-armed Iollan.
Dectora. I do not understand. I know your face
    Better than my own hands.
Forgael.                      I have deceived you
    Out of all reckoning.
Dectora.                      Is it not true
    That you were born a thousand years ago,
    In islands where the children of Aengus wind
    In happy dances under a windy moon,
    And that you’ll bring me there?
Forgael.                      I have deceived you;
    I have deceived you utterly.
Dectora.                      How can that be?
    Is it that though your eyes are full of love
    Some other woman has a claim on you,
    And I’ve but half?
Forgael.                  O no!
Dectora.                      And if there is,
    If there be half a hundred more, what matter?
    I’ll never give another thought to it;
    No, no, nor half a thought; but do not speak.
    Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted,
    Their heads being turned with praise and flattery;
    And that is why their lovers are afraid
    To tell them a plain story.
Forgael.                      That’s not the story;
    But I have done so great a wrong against you,
    There is no measure that it would not burst.
    I will confess it all.
Dectora.                      What do I care,
    Now that my body has begun to dream,
    And you have grown to be a burning sod
    In the imagination and intellect?
    If something that’s most fabulous were true—
    If you had taken me by magic spells,
    And killed a lover or husband at my feet—
    I would not let you speak, for I would know
    That it was yesterday and not to-day
    I loved him; I would cover up my ears,
    As I am doing now. [A pause.] Why do you weep?
Forgael. I weep because I’ve nothing for your eyes
    But desolate waters and a battered ship.
Dectora. O why do you not lift your eyes to mine?
Forgael. I weep—I weep because bare night’s above,
    And not a roof of ivory and gold.
Dectora. I would grow jealous of the ivory roof,
    And strike the golden pillars with my hands.
    I would that there was nothing in the world
    But my beloved—that night and day had perished,
    And all that is and all that is to be,
    All that is not the meeting of our lips.
Forgael. You turn away. Why do you turn away?
    Am I to fear the waves, or is the moon
    My enemy?
Dectora.                      I looked upon the moon,
    Longing to knead and pull it into shape
    That I might lay it on your head as a crown.
    But now it is your thoughts that wander away,
    For you are looking at the sea. Do you not know
    How great a wrong it is to let one’s thought
    Wander a moment when one is in love?
[He has moved away. She follows him. He is looking out over the sea, shading his eyes.]
    Why are you looking at the sea?
Forgael.                      Look there!
Dectora. What is there but a troop of ash-grey birds
    That fly into the west?
Forgael.                      But listen, listen!
Dectora. What is there but the crying of the birds?
Forgael. If you’ll but listen closely to that crying
    You’ll hear them calling out to one another
    With human voices.
Dectora.                      O, I can hear them now.
    What are they? Unto what country do they fly?
Forgael. To unimaginable happiness.
    They have been circling over our heads in the air,
    But now that they have taken to the road
    We have to follow, for they are our pilots;
    And though they’re but the colour of grey ash,
    They’re crying out, could you but hear their words,
    ‘There is a country at the end of the world
    Where no child’s born but to outlive the moon.’
[The Sailors come in with Aibric. They are in great excitement.]
First Sailor. The hold is full of treasure.
Second Sailor.                      Full to the hatches.
First Sailor. Treasure on treasure.
Third Sailor.                      Boxes of precious spice.
First Sailor. Ivory images with amethyst eyes.
Third Sailor. Dragons with eyes of ruby.
First Sailor.                      The whole ship
    Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.
Third Sailor. Let’s home; I’d give some rubies to a woman.
Second Sailor. There’s somebody I’d give the amethyst eyes to.
Aibric [silencing them with a gesture]. We would return to our own country, Forgael,
    For we have found a treasure that’s so great
    Imagination cannot reckon it.
    And having lit upon this woman there,
    What more have you to look for on the seas?
Forgael. I cannot—I am going on to the end.
    As for this woman, I think she is coming with me.
Aibric. The Ever-living have made you mad; but no,
    It was this woman in her woman’s vengeance
    That drove you to it, and I fool enough
    To fancy that she’d bring you home again.
    ’Twas you that egged him to it, for you know
    That he is being driven to his death.
Dectora. That is not true, for he has promised me
    An unimaginable happiness.
Aibric. And if that happiness be

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