There, lying on the couches, the chess-board of ivory and gold between them, were Naoise and Deirdrê.
Days passed, and Deirdrê waited, very sure that Naoise must come to her at last.
From that day forward, Naoise held kingship over the thoughts and dreams of Deirdrê.
And Naoise made answer: “Either a dead man, or the mark of where a man has lain hidden thou wilt find under the bracken.”
And Naoise and Ainle played chess, with hands that did not tremble.
Then said Naoise: “Although harm should come, for her dear sake I am willing to live in disgrace for the rest of my days.”
And Naoise said: “What then, best beloved, dost thou read from this dream of thine?”
But Deirdrê sprang from the shoulder of Naoise and would have killed the man ere he struck.