Hugh: Very well. I'll step down and bid them up. (_He goes._)

Mrs. Ford: You'll have the anxiety of the farm on your mind from this

out, Donagh.

Donagh: Well, it is not the hut, with the hunger of the bog about it,

that I will be bringing Agnes into now.

Mrs. Ford: Agnes, come here, love, until I look upon the sweetness of

your face. (_Agnes goes to her, kneeling by her side._) You'll be in

this place with Donagh. It is a great inheritance you will have in the

name of Donagh Ford. It is no idle name that will be in this house but

the name of one who knew a great strength. It will be a long line of

generations that the name of the Fords will reach out to, generations

reaching to the time that Ireland herself will rise by the power of her

own will.

Agnes (_rising_): You will only sadden yourself by these thoughts. Think

of what there is in store for you.

Mrs. Ford: I'm an old woman now, child. There can be no fresh life

before me. But I can tell you that I was young and full of courage once.

I was the woman who stood by the side of Donagh Ford, that gave him

support in the day of trial, that was always the strong branch in the

storm and in the calm. Am I saying any word only what is a true word,

Donagh?

Donagh: The truth of that is well known to the people. (_He goes to

door._)

Mrs. Ford: Very well. Gather up all the people now, son. Let them come

in about this place for many of them have a memory of it. Let me hear

the welcome of their voices. They will have good words to say, speaking

on the greatness of Donagh Ford who is dead.

Donagh: They are coming out from the fields with Hugh, mother. I see the

young fellows falling into line. They are wearing their caps and sashes

and they have the band. I can see them carrying the banner to the front

of the crowd. Here they are marching up the road. (_The strains of a

fife and drum band playing a spirited march are heard in the distance.

Mrs. Ford rises slowly, "humouring" the march with her stick, her face

expressing her delight. The band stops._)

Mrs. Ford: That's the spirit of Carrabane. Let the people now look upon

me in this place and let them take pride in my son.

Donagh: I see Stephen Mac Donagh.

Mrs. Ford: Let him be the first across the threshold, for he went to

jail with Donagh Ford. Have beside him Murt Cooney that lost his sight

at the struggle of Ballyadams. Let him lift up his poor blind face till

I see the rapture of it.

Donagh: Murt Cooney is coming, and Francis Kilroy and Brian Mulkearn.

Mrs. Ford: It was they who put a seal of silence on their lips and bore

their punishment to save a friend of the people. Have a place beside me

for the widow of Con Rafferty who hid the smoking revolver the day the

tyrant fell at the cross of Killbrack.

Donagh: All the old neighbours are coming surely.

Mrs. Ford (_crossing slowly to door, Agnes going before her_): Let me

look into their eyes for the things I will see stirring there. I will

reach them out the friendship of my hands and speak to them the words

that lie upon my heart. The rafters of this house will ring again with

the voices that Donagh Ford welcomed and that I loved. Aye, the very

fire on the hearth will leap in memory of the hands that tended it.

Donagh: This will be such a day as will be made a boast of for ever in

Carrabane. (_Agnes goes out door to meet the people._)

Mrs. Ford: Let there be music and the sound of rejoicing and shouts from

the hills. Let those who put their feet in anger upon us and who are

themselves reduced to-day look back upon the strength they held and the

power they lost.

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