Dancing at Lughnasa Page #6

over there.

What's strange about them?

They've got horns in

the middle of their foreheads.

Do you think they might be unicorns?

Unicorns are horses. Those are sheep.

And there's no horns there.

Can we go home now?

I'm hungry.

All right.

- What was that for?

- I don't know.

I do beg your pardon.

My...

My mind was...

- What are those?

- They're roses. Flowers.

They won't bite ya.

They're just flowers.

Yes, flowers.

We'll put some in your room

for you with a card...

under them saying "roses"

so you know what they are.

Have you taken your medicine yet?

You're supposed to take it

three times a day, you know that.

One of our priests

took too much quinine.

He was addicted.

He almost died.

The local medicine man

made him better.

There's a strange white bird

on my windowsill.

That's Rosie's pet rooster.

- Keep away from that thing.

- One day I'm gonna wring its neck.

In Africa,

when we want to please spirits...

we kill a rooster or a small goat.

What's the word for that called?

A ritual...

No, ceremony. That's the word

I was searching for.

I'm glad I got that.

Spirits, medicine men,

ritual sacrifices.

His head's completely turned.

Here's a special bit for you.

Are youse not hungry?

- Is Gerry eatin' with us?

- He is, I'm sure.

We've only a few eggs left

and some apples.

We'll manage.

You can smell tea

being made a mile away.

I can indeed. I saw Michael and Gerry

on the motorbike.

I'm gonna ask Gerry

to give me a run on it.

You'll do no such thing.

And why aren't they home yet?

They'll be safe.

Is Gerry all right

staying in the barn?

- He's safe staying there.

- Nobody's safe these days.

Somebody's landed Austin Morgan.

He's getting married next month.

Our Kate was very mad

about Austin Morgan. Look at her.

She's blushin'.

- That's enough.

- And Sofia McLoughlin.

She's to be married.

That'll put an end

to her dancin' days.

The other day she had the cheek to ask

if I were going to the harvest dance.

She said it would be

supreme this year.

Supreme. Think I'm gettin'

corns on this foot.

Hope to God I don't end up crippled

like poor Mother, may she rest in peace.

Wouldn't it be a good one

if we all went?

- Went where?

- To the harvest dance.

All dressed up.

I think we should all go.

Have you no idea

what it will be like?

Crawling with cheeky young brats

that I taught years ago.

I'm game.

- You know how I love dancing.

- You have an eight-year-old child.

- Have you forgotten that?

- You can wear that green dress of mine.

You've the figure for it, and it

brings out the color of your eyes.

And you look great in that cotton dress

you got for confirmation last year.

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