him pennies. If Teigue had not his tales he would starve.
wise man. My last hope is gone and now that it is too late I can see it all. Those words about winter and summer, about our November being the lambing time in that other country—all, all is plain now. We sink in on God, we find him in becoming nothing—we perish into reality.
fool. There was one there—there by the threshold stone, writing there; and she said, 'Go in, Teigue, and tell him everything that he asks you. He will give you a penny if you tell him.'
wise man. We perish into reality—strange that I never saw it until now.
fool. Will you give me a penny if I tell you?
wise man. O no, do not tell me anything. I am content to know that God’s will prevails whatever that be.
fool. Waiting till the moment had come—that is what the one out there was saying, but I might tell you what you asked. That is what he was saying.
wise man. Be silent. May God’s will prevail though that be my damnation. What was I born for but that I might cry that His will be fulfilled upon the instant, though that
