“Jason,” said I, suddenly, “what do we live on?”
“What we can get,” said my brother, sleepily.
“But I mean—where does it come from; who provides it?”
“Oh, don’t bother, Renny. We have enough to eat and drink and do as we like. What more do you want?”
“I don’t know. I want to know, that’s all. I can’t tell why. Where does the money come from?”
“Tom Tiddler. He was our grandfather.”
“Don’t be a fool. Dad never worked the mill that we remember.”
“But Tom Tiddler did before him.”
“Well, I don’t care. Perhaps dad’s a highwayman.”
I kicked at the grass impatiently.
“It must end some day, you know.”
“What d’ye mean, piggy?”
“Suppose dad died or went mad?”
“We’d sell the mill and have a rare time of it.”
“Oh, you great clown! Sell it for what? Driftwood? And how long would the rare time last?”
“I won’t,” I said, viciously. “I want your opinion.”
“Well, it’s that you’re a precious fool!”
“What for?”
“To bother your head with what you can’t answer, when the sun’s shining.”
“I can’t help bothering my head,” I said. “I’ve been bothering it, I think, ever since dad gave old Crackenthorpe that medal last year.”
Jason sat up.
“Well, I’ve taken to thinking of things a bit,” said I.
Jason—so named, at any period (I never saw a register of the christening of any one of us) because of his golden fleece, shook it and set to whistling softly.
His name—Modred’s, too—mine was Renalt, and more local—were evidence of my father’s superior culture as compared with most of his class. They were odd, if you like, but having a little knowledge and fancifulness to back them, gave proof of a certain sum of desultory6 reading on his part; the spirit of which was transmitted to his children.
I was throwing myself back with a dissatisfied grunt7, when of a sudden a shrill8 screech9 came toward us from a point apparently10 on the river path fifty yards lower down. We jumped to our feet and raced headlong in the direction of the sound. Nothing was to be seen. It was not until the cry was repeated, almost from under our very feet, that we realized the reason of it.
All about Winton the banks of the main streams are pierced at intervals11 to admit runlets of clear water into the meadows below. Such a boring there was of a goodish caliber12 at the point where we stopped; and here the water, breaking through in a little fall, tumbled into a stone basin, some three feet square and five deep, that was sunk to its rim13 in a rough trench14 of the meadow soil. Into this brimming trough a young girl had slipped and would drown in time, for, though she clung on to the edge with frantic15 hands, her efforts to escape had evidently exhausted16 her to such an extent that she could now do no more than look up to us, as we stood on the bank above, with wild, beseeching17 eyes.
I was going to jump to her help, when Jason stayed me with his hand.
“Hist, Renny!” he whispered. “I’ve never seen a body drown.”
“Nor shall,” said I, hoping he jested.
“Let me shove her hands off,” he said, in the same wondering tone. One moment, with a shock, I saw the horrible meaning in his face; the next, with a quick movement I had flung him down and jumped. He rose at once with a slight cut on his lips, but before he could recover himself I had the girl out by the hands and had stretched her limp and prostrate18 on the grass. Then I paused, embarrassed, and he stood above looking down upon us.
“You’ll have to pay for that, Renny,” he said, “sooner or later”—and, of course, I knew I should.
“Turn the creature on her face, you dolt19!” he continued, “and let the water run out of her pipes.”
I endeavored to comply, but the girl, always keeping her eyes shut, resisted feebly. I dropped upon my knees and smoothed away the sodden20 tresses from her face. Thus revealed it seemed an oddly pretty one; the skin half transparent21, like rice paper; the forehead rounding from the nose like a kitten’s. But she never opened her eyes, so that I could not see what was their color, though the lashes22 were black.
Presently a horror seized me that she was dead, and I shook her pretty roughly by the shoulder.
“Oh,” she cried, with a whimper, “don’t!”
“It’s all right, girl,” I said; “you’re safe; I saved you.”
Her lips were moving again and I stopped to listen. “What did he want to drown me for?” she whispered.
She was thinking of my brother, not of me. For a flash her eyes opened, violet, like lightning, and glanced up at him standing25 above; then they closed again.
“Come,” I said, roughly; “if you can talk, you can get up.”
The girl struggled into a sitting posture26 and then rose to her feet. She was tall, almost as tall as I was, and about my age, I should think. Her dress, so far as one could judge, it being sopped27 with water, was a poor patched affair, and rough country shoes were on her feet.
“Take me somewhere, where I can dry,” she said, imperiously. “Don’t let him come—he needn’t follow.”
“He’s my brother,” I said.
“I don’t care. He wanted to drown me; he didn’t know I can’t die by water.”
“Can’t you?” I said.
“Of course not. I’m a changeling!”
She said it with a childish seriousness that confounded me.
“What made you one?” I asked.
“The fairies,” she said, “and that’s why I’m here.”
I was too bewildered to pursue the subject further.
“How did you fall in there?” I asked.
“I saw some little fish, like klinkents of rainbow, and wanted to catch them; then I slipped and soused.”
“Well,” I said, “where are you going now?”
“With you,” she answered.
I offered no resistance. I gave no thought to results, or to what my father would say when this grotesque28 young figure should break into his presence. Mechanically I started for home and she walked by my side, chatting. Jason strode in our rear, whistling.
“Leave him alone,” I said, “or we shall quarrel. What’s a girl like you to him?”
I think she hardly heard me, for the whistle had dropped to a very mellow30 note. To my surprise I noticed that she was crying.
“I thought changelings couldn’t cry?” I said.
“I tell you water does not affect me,” she answered, sharply. “What a mean spy you are—for a boy.”
I was very angry at that and strode on with black looks, whereupon she edged up to me and said, softly: “Don’t be sore with me, don’t.”
“Let’s kiss and be friends,” she whispered.
For the first time in my life I blushed furiously.
“You beast,” I said, “to think that men would kiss!”
“Oh, yes!” she cried, “hit out at me, do! It’s like you.”
“I won’t touch you!” I said. “But I won’t have anything more to do with you,” and I strode on, fuming33. She followed after me and presently I heard her crying again. At this my anger evaporated and I turned round once more.
“Come on,” I said, “if you want to, and keep a civil tongue in your head.”
Presently we were walking together again.
“What’s your home, Renny?” she asked, by and by.
“A mill,” I answered, “but nothing is ground there now.”
She stopped and so did I, and she looked at me curiously34, with her red lips parted, so that her teeth twinkled.
“What’s the matter?” said I.
“Nothing,” she said, “only I remember an old, old saying that the woman told me.”
“What woman?” I asked, in wonder, but she took no notice of my question, only repeated some queer doggerel35 that ran somewhat as follows:
“Where the mill race is
Come and go faces.
Once deeds of violence;
Now dust and silence.
Answer what speaks to thee.”
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