The Unicorn from the Stars

do. I don’t think that is what was in the command. Thomas It is too late to be saying that, the time you have put the most of your fortune in the business. Set yourself now to finish your job, and when it is ended maybe I won’t begrudge you going with the coach as far as Dublin. Andrew That is it, that will satisfy him. I had a great desire myself, and I young, to go travelling the roads as far as Dublin. The roads are the great things, they never come to an end. They are the same as the serpent having his tail swallowed in his own mouth. Martin It was not wandering I was called to. What was it? what was it? Thomas What you are called to, and what everyone having no great estate is called to, is to work. Sure the world itself could not go on without work. Martin I wonder if that is the great thing, to make the world go on? No, I don’t think that is the great thing⁠—what does the Munster poet call it?⁠—“this crowded slippery coach-loving world.” I don’t think I was told to work for that. Andrew I often thought that myself. It is a pity the stock of the Hearnes to be asked to do any work at all. Thomas Rouse yourself, Martin, and don’t be talking the way a fool talks. You started making that golden coach, and you were set upon it, and you had me tormented about it. You have yourself wore out working at it, and planning it, and thinking of it, and at the end of the race, when you have the winning-post in sight, and horses hired for to bring it to Dublin Castle, you go falling into sleeps and blathering about dreams, and we run to a great danger of letting the profit and the sale go by. Sit down on the bench now, and lay your hands to the work. Martin Sitting down. I will try. I wonder why I ever wanted to make it; it was no good dream set me doing that. He takes up wheel. What is there in a wooden wheel to take pleasure in it? Gilding it outside makes it no different. Thomas That is right, now. You had some good plan for making the axle run smooth. Martin Letting wheel fall and putting his hands to his head. It is no use. Angrily. Why did you send the priest to awake me? My soul is my own and my mind is my own. I will send them to where I like. You have no authority over my thoughts. Thomas That is no way to be speaking to me. I am head of this business. Nephew, or no nephew, I will have no one come cold or unwilling to the work. Martin I had better go; I am of no use to you. I am going⁠—I must be alone⁠—I will forget if I am not alone. Give me what is left of my money and I will go out of this. Thomas Opening a press and taking out a bag and throwing it to him. There is what is left of your money! The rest of it you have spent on the coach. If you want to go, go, and I will not have to be annoyed with you from this out. Andrew Come now with me, Thomas. The boy is foolish, but it will soon pass over. He has not my sense to be giving attention to what you will say. Come along now, leave him for awhile; leave him to me I say, it is I will get inside his mind. He leads Thomas out. Martin bangs door angrily after them and sits down, taking up lion and unicorn. Martin I think it was some shining thing I saw. What was it? Andrew Opening door and putting in his head. Listen to me, Martin. Martin Go away, no more talking; leave me alone. Andrew O, but wait. I understand you. Thomas doesn’t understand your thoughts, but I understand them. Wasn’t I telling you I was just like you once? Martin Like me? Did you ever see the other things, the things beyond? Andrew I did. It is not the four walls of the house keep me content. Thomas doesn’t know. Oh, no, he doesn’t know. Martin No, he has no vision. Andrew He has not, nor any sort of a heart for a frolic. Martin He has never heard the laughter and the music beyond. Andrew He has not, nor the music of my own little flute. I have it hidden in the thatch outside. Martin Does the body slip from you as it does from me? They have not shut your window into eternity? Andrew Thomas never shut a window I could not get through. I knew you were one of my own sort. When I am sluggish in the morning, Thomas says, “Poor Andrew is getting old.” That is all he knows. The way to keep young is to do the things youngsters do. Twenty years I have been slipping away, and he never found me out yet! Martin That is what they call ecstasy, but there is no word that can tell out very plain what it means. That freeing of the mind from its thoughts, those wonders we know when we put them into words; the words seem as little like them as blackberries are like the moon and sun. Andrew I found that myself the time they knew me to be wild, and used to be asking me to say what pleasure did I find in cards, and women, and drink. Martin You might help me to remember that vision I had this morning, to understand it. The memory of it has slipped from me. Wait, it is coming back, little by little. I know that I saw the unicorns trampling, and then a figure, a many-changing figure, holding some bright thing. I knew something was going to happen or to be said, something that would