RIDERS TO THE SEA
time surely. It’s a great rest I’ll have now, and great sleeping in the long nights after Samhain, if it’s only a bit of wet flour we do have to eat, and maybe a fish that would be stinking.
She kneels down again, crossing herself, and saying prayers under her breath.
CATHLEEN
To an old man.
Maybe yourself and Eamon would make a coffin when the sun rises. We have fine white boards herself bought, God help her, thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake you can eat while you’ll be working.
THE OLD MAN
Looking at the boards.
Are there nails with them?
CATHLEEN
There are not, Colum; we didn’t think of the nails.
ANOTHER MAN
It’s a great wonder she wouldn’t think of the nails, and all the coffins she’s seen made already.
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