Based on the Old Irish story Longes mac nUislenn, ‘The Exile of the Sons of Usna’, from the 12th century Book of Leinster.
- impatiently. -- Let you not be dwelling on Naisi and his brothers. . . . In the end of all there is none can go against Conchubor, and it's folly that we're talking, for if any went against Conchubor it's sorrow he'd earn and the shortening of his day of life.
[She turns away, and Deirdre stands up stiff with excitement and goes and looks out of the window.
DEIRDRE. Are the stepping-stones flooding, Lavarcham? Will the night be stormy in the hills?
LAVARCHAM -- looking at her curiously. The stepping-stones are flooding, surely, and the night will be the worst, I'm thinking, we've seen these years gone by.
DEIRDRE -- tearing open the press and pulling out clothes and tapestries. -- Lay these mats and hangings by the windows, and at the tables for our feet, and take out the skillets of silver, and the golden cups we have, and our two flasks of wine.
LAVARCHAM. What ails you?
DEIRDRE -- gathering up a dress. -- Lay them out