Aibric.                      I am on his side.
    I’ll strike a blow for him to give him time
    To cast his dreams away.
[Aibric goes in front of Forgael with drawn sword. Forgael takes the harp.]
First Sailor.                      No other ’ll do it.
[The Sailors throw Aibric on one side. He falls and lies upon the deck. They lift their swords to strike Forgael, who is about to play the harp. The stage begins to darken. The Sailors hesitate in fear.]
Second Sailor. He has put a sudden darkness over the moon.
Dectora. Nine swords with handles of rhinoceros horn
    To him that strikes him first!
First Sailor.                      I will strike him first.
[He goes close up to Forgael with his sword lifted.]
[Shrinking back.] He has caught the crescent moon out of the sky,
    And carries it between us.
Second Sailor.                      Holy fire
    To burn us to the marrow if we strike.
Dectora. I’ll give a golden galley full of fruit,
    That has the heady flavour of new wine,
    To him that wounds him to the death.
First Sailor.                      I’ll do it.
    For all his spells will vanish when he dies,
    Having their life in him.
Second Sailor.                      Though it be the moon
    That he is holding up between us there,
    I will strike at him.
The Others.                      And I! And I! And I!
[Forgael plays the harp.]
First Sailor [falling into a dream suddenly]. But you were saying there is somebody
    Upon that other ship we are to wake.
    You did not know what brought him to his end,
    But it was sudden.
Second Sailor.                      You are in the right;
    I had forgotten that we must go wake him.
Dectora. He has flung a Druid spell upon the air,
    And set you dreaming.
Second Sailor.                      How can we have a wake
    When we have neither brown nor yellow ale?
First Sailor. I saw a flagon of brown ale aboard her.
Third Sailor. How can we raise the keen that do not know
    What name to call him by?
First Sailor.                      Come to his ship.
    His name will come into our thoughts in a minute.
    

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