What is that ugly thing on the black cross?
You cannot know how naughty your words are!
That is Our Blessed Lord!
Hide it away!
I have begun to be afraid again!
Hide it away!
That would be wickedness!
That would be sacrilege!
The tortured thing!
Hide it away.
Her parents are to blame.
That is the image of the Son of God.
[The CHILD puts her arm round his neck lovingly and kisses him.
Hide it away! Hide it away!
Because you are so young and little a child
I will go take it down.
Hide it away,
And cover it out of sight and out of mind.
FATHER HART (takes it down and carries it towards the inner room).
Since you have come into this barony
I will instruct you in our blessed faith:
Being a clever child you will soon learn.
(To the others.)
We must be tender with all budding things,
Our Maker let no thought of Calvary
Trouble the morning stars in their first song.
[Puts the crucifix in the inner room.
O, what a nice, smooth floor to dance upon!
The wind is blowing on the waving reeds,
The wind is blowing on the heart of man.
[She dances, swaying about like the reeds.
MAIRE (to SHAWN BRUIN).
Just now when she came near I thought I heard
Other small steps beating upon the floor,
And a faint music blowing in the wind—
Invisible pipes giving her feet the time.
I heard no step but hers.
Look to the bolt!
Because the unholy powers are abroad.
MAURTEEN BRUIN (to the CHILD).
Come over here, and if you promise me
Not to talk wickedly of holy things
I’ll give you something.
Bring it me, old father!
[MAURTEEN BRUIN goes into the next room.
I will have queen cakes when you come to me!
[MAURTEEN BRUIN returns
and lays a piece of money on the table. The
CHILD makes a gesture of refusal.
It will buy lots of toys; see how it glitters!
Come, tell me, do you love me?
I love you!
Ah! but you love this fireside!