at hardship to
send her so far. Our poor little Princess Nu!

_Queen: (Sharply.)_ What are saying? _(Dall
Glic is silent.)_

_King:_ I would not wish her to be sent out
of this.

_Queen:_ There is no other way to set her mind
to sense and learning. It will be for her own
good.

_Nurse:_ Where's the use troubling her with
lessons and with books that maybe she will never
be in need of at all. Speak up for her, King.

_King:_ Let her stop for this year as she is.

_Queen:_ You are all too soft and too easy. She
will turn on you and will blame you for it, and
another year or two years slipped by.

_Nurse:_ That she may!

_Dall Glic:_ Who knows what might take place
within the twelvemonth that is coming?

_King:_ Ah, don't be talking about it. Maybe
it never might come to pass.

_Dall Glic_: It will come to pass, if there is truth
in the clouds of sky.

_King_: It will not be for a year, anyway. There'll
be many an ebbing and flowing of the tide within
a year.

_Queen_: What at all are you talking about?

_King_: Ah, where's the use of talking too
much.

_Queen_: Making riddles you are, and striving
to keep the meaning from your comrade, that is
myself.

_King_: It's best not be thinking about the thing
you would not wish, and maybe it might never
come around at all. To strive to forget a threat
yourself, it might maybe be forgotten by the
universe.

_Queen_: Is it true something was threatened?

_King_: How would I know is anything true,
and the world so full of lies as it is?

_Nurse_: That is so. He might have been wrong
in his foretelling. What is he in the finish but an
old prophecy?

_Dall Glic_: Is it of Fintan you are saying that?

_Queen_: And who, will you tell me, is Fintan?

_Dall Glic_: Anyone that never heard tell of
Fintan never heard anything at all.

_Queen_: His name was not up on the tablets
of big men at the King of Alban's Court, or of
Britain.

_Nurse_: Ah, sure in those countries they are
without religion or belief.

_Qu