There is no satisfaction at all but to be destroying the English; and where now will we get so good a leader again? Lay him out fair and straight upon a stone, till I will let loose the secret of my heart keening him! [_Sets out candles on a rack, propping them with stones._]
NANNY. Is it mould candles you have brought to set around him, Johnny Bacach? It is great riches you should have in your pocket to be going to those lengths and not to be content with dips.
JOHNNY B. It is lengths I will not be going to the time the life will be gone out of your own body. It is not your corpse I will be wishful to hold in honour the way I hold this corpse in honour.
NANNY. That"s the way always: there will be grief and quietness in the house if it is a young person has died, but funning and springing and tricking one another if it is an old person"s corpse is in it. There is no compa.s.sion at all for the old.
PAUDEEN. It is he would have got leave for the Gael to be as high as the Gall. Believe me, he was in the prophecies. Let you not be comparing yourself with the like of him.
NANNY. Why wouldn"t I be comparing myself? Look at all that was against me in the world; would you be matching me against a man of his sort that had the people shouting for him and that had nothing to do but to die and to go to heaven?
JOHNNY B. The day you go to heaven that you may never come back alive out of it! But it is not yourself will ever hear the saints hammering at their musics! It is you will be moving through the ages chains upon you, and you in the form of a dog or a monster! I tell you, that one will go through purgatory as quick as lightning through a thorn bush.
NANNY. That"s the way, that"s the way:
Three that are watching my time to run The worm, the devil, and my son.
To see a loop around their neck It"s that would make my heart to leap!
JOHNNY B. Five white candles. I wouldn"t begrudge them to him, indeed.
If he had held out and held up, it is my belief he would have freed Ireland!
PAUDEEN. Wait till the full light of the day and you"ll see the burying he"ll have. It is not in this place we will be waking him. I"ll make a call to the two hundred Ribbons he was to lead on to the attack on the barracks at Aughanish. They will bring him marching to his grave upon the hill. He had surely some gift from the other world, I wouldn"t say but he had power from the other side.
ANDREW [_coming in, very shaky_]. Well, it was a great night he gave to the village, and it is long till it will be forgotten. I tell you the whole of the neighbours are up against him. There is no one at all this morning to set the mills going. There was no bread baked in the night-time; the horses are not fed in the stalls; the cows are not milked in the sheds. I met no man able to make a curse this night but he put it on my own head and on the head of the boy that is lying there before us.... Is there no sign of life in him at all?
JOHNNY B. What way would there be a sign of life and the life gone out of him this three hours or more?
ANDREW. He was lying in his sleep for a while yesterday, and he wakened again after another while.
NANNY. He will not waken. I tell you I held his hand in my own and it getting cold as if you were pouring on it the coldest cold water, and no running in his blood. He is gone sure enough, and the life is gone out of him.
ANDREW. Maybe so, maybe so. It seems to me yesterday his cheeks were bloomy all the while, and now he is as pale as wood-ashes. Sure we all must come to it at the last. Well, my white-headed darling, it is you were the bush among us all, and you to be cut down in your prime.
Gentle and simple, everyone liked you. It is no narrow heart you had; it is you were for spending and not for getting. It is you made a good wake for yourself, scattering your estate in one night only in beer and in wine for the whole province; and that you may be sitting in the middle of paradise and in the chair of the graces!
JOHNNY B. Amen to that. It"s pity I didn"t think the time I sent for yourself to send the little lad of a messenger looking for a priest to overtake him. It might be in the end the Almighty is the best man for us all!
ANDREW. Sure I sent him on myself to bid the priest to come. Living or dead, I would wish to do all that is rightful for the last and the best of my own race and generation.
BIDDY [_jumping up_]. Is it the priest you are bringing in among us?
Where is the sense in that? Aren"t we robbed enough up to this with the expense of the candles and the like?
JOHNNY B. If it is that poor, starved priest he called to that came talking in secret signs to the man that is gone, it is likely he will ask nothing for what he has to do. There is many a priest is a Whiteboy in his heart.
NANNY. I tell you, if you brought him tied in a bag he would not say an Our Father for you, without you having a half crown at the top of your fingers.
BIDDY. There is no priest is any good at all but a spoiled priest; a one that would take a drop of drink, it is he would have courage to face the hosts of trouble. Rout them out he would, the same as a shoal of fish from out the weeds. It"s best not to vex a priest, or to run against them at all.
NANNY. It"s yourself humbled yourself well to one the time you were sick in the gaol and had like to die, and he bade you to give over the throwing of the cups.
BIDDY. Ah, plaster of Paris I gave him. I took to it again and I free upon the roads.
NANNY. Much good you are doing with it to yourself or any other one.
Aren"t you after telling that corpse no later than yesterday that he was coming within the best day of his life?
JOHNNY B. Whist, let ye! Here is the priest coming.
[FATHER JOHN _comes in._]
FATHER JOHN. It is surely not true that he is dead?
JOHNNY B. The spirit went from him about the middle hour of the night.
We brought him here to this sheltered place. We were loth to leave him without friends.
FATHER JOHN. Where is he?
JOHNNY B. [_taking up sacks_]. Lying there, stiff and stark. He has a very quiet look, as if there was no sin at all or no great trouble upon his mind.
FATHER JOHN [_kneels and touches him_]. He is not dead.
BIDDY [_pointing to_ NANNY]. He is dead. If it was letting on he was, he would not have let that one rob him and search him the way she did.
FATHER JOHN. It has the appearance of death, but it is not death. He is in a trance.
PAUDEEN. Is it heaven and h.e.l.l he is walking at this time to be bringing back newses of the sinners in pain?
BIDDY. I was thinking myself it might away he was, riding on white horses with the riders of the forths.
JOHNNY B. He will have great wonders to tell out the time he will rise up from the ground. It is a pity he not to waken at this time and to lead us on to overcome the troop of the English. Sure those that are in a trance get strength that they can walk on water.
ANDREW. It was Father John wakened him yesterday the time he was lying in the same way. Wasn"t I telling you it was for that I called to him?
BIDDY. Waken him now till they"ll see did I tell any lie in my foretelling. I knew well by the signs he was coming within the best day of his life.
PAUDEEN. And not dead at all! We"ll be marching to attack Dublin itself within a week. The horn will blow for him, and all good men will gather to him. Hurry on, Father, and waken him.
FATHER JOHN. I will not waken him. I will not bring him back from where he is.
JOHNNY B. And how long will it be before he will waken of himself?
FATHER JOHN. Maybe to-day, maybe to-morrow; it is hard to be certain.
BIDDY. If it is _away_ he is, he might be away seven years. To be lying like a stump of a tree and using no food and the world not able to knock a word out of him, I know the signs of it well.
JOHNNY B. We cannot be waiting and watching through seven years. If the business he has started is to be done, we have to go on here and now.
The time there is any delay, that is the time the Government will get information. Waken him now, Father, and you"ll get the blessing of the generations.
FATHER JOHN. I will not bring him back. G.o.d will bring him back in His own good time. For all I know he may be seeing the hidden things of G.o.d.
JOHNNY B. He might slip away in his dream. It is best to raise him up now.