“Tinklers! Gypsies!” they cried accusingly, and the soft, sibilant sound of the Gaelic was less soft but more sibilant than usual. “Briosag!” (“Witch!”) muttered some with conviction but caution. “Thieves!” they added, getting to the real heart of the annoyance5. And with this fresh reminder6 of their grievances7 they began picking up stones as they advanced toward the man, woman, and girl.
Anyone who expected to see clan8 loyalty9 in this gypsy family would have been terribly disappointed. The massive bent11 shoulders and stringy legs of the man somehow evaporated between two houses, and the final glance from his pasty dark face was one of hooded12 derision.
Old Mina Faw didn’t seem at all put out by her man’s
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desertion. One might have thought she had expected it. Her scrawny figure seemed to grow taller as she turned a once-handsome hag face toward the crowd, and her sunken pale eyes flashed. The crowd hesitated. Everyone knew Old Mina was a witch, with the most devastating13 Evil Eye in all Scotland.
But surprisingly Mina chose to pacify14 them. After all, there weren’t many towns in the Highlands in this year of 1644, and it was well not to be alienating16 those few too deeply. “Och, now!” She wheedled17 the crowd in her thin but powerful voice. “Ye wouldn’t be wishing to harm a poor old woman, now, would ye?”
It wasn’t at all that they weren’t wishing to harm her. But no one wanted to risk having his hands fall off or his cattle die. They regarded her dubiously18, making up their minds. “Witch!” repeated someone from the safety of the back. “Thief!” cried several more with fresh indignation, and they began to move forward again.
“Thief?” echoed Mina indignantly. “Not I! I would only be reading your palms and telling good fortune for ye. If anyone has been lifting your belongings19, it must be my wicked wee Kelpie, whom I am beating every night for her sins.” And she pointed10 accusingly at an undersized goblin-lass who might have been perhaps fifteen or seventeen years old, dressed in an outrageous20 assortment21 of faded scraps22. Long black elf-locks flapped about her thin
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face and down her back. Eyes that were not quite canny23 peered out like those of an alarmed wee beast—or a witch.
The “wicked wee Kelpie” didn’t stay to dispute the issue. With one bright, mutinous24 glance at Mina, she dived through the startled fringe of the crowd like a young stoat and ran away into the narrow steep lanes of the town.
The Inverness crowd promptly25 forgot Mina and took after the lass. “Thief!” they yelled with new enthusiasm. And whatever was convenient to pick up, they threw.
It was fortunate that Kelpie was experienced in this sort of thing, for it was a nasty chase, and she knew all too well what might happen if they caught her. With cunning amounting to sheer genius she ran and dodged26, doubled back and forth27 between houses, wriggled28 over and under and around obstacles. Now and then her intense small face broke into a pointed grin of appreciation29 at her own cleverness—for there was something exhilarating in outwitting an entire town—but very real fear lurked30 behind those uncanny blue eyes. To tell the truth, it was the tide of ill will surging behind her which oppressed her even more than the stones. But Kelpie did not realize this, for she was so used to ill will that she could not remember anything else.
As for Mina’s deplorable behavior, Kelpie was annoyed but not in the least astonished. Mina had merely followed the law of self-preservation, the only law Kelpie knew.
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She herself would do the same thing, given the chance. It was the only way to stay alive.
“Briosag! Witch!”
Kelpie swerved31 round a corner and wished that she were a witch. If so, she wouldn’t be running now but putting a braw spell on them all, causing their legs to buckle32 under them and stay that way for three days too, so that the whole town would be crawling about on hands and knees, just—She laughed at the picture and took another corner at full speed. Just wait until she was a witch! Och, no one would chase her then, or beat her, either....
A red petticoat spread on a gorse bush vanished magically as she flew past. Why not? If she got away, she was a petticoat richer. If not, what would it be mattering, a petticoat more, since she already had two stolen purses, a kerchief, and a fine sgian dhu on her anyhow?
Up hill and down and around, and finally away out of the town, and presently the stones ceased to bite at her ankles and back, and the yells were lost behind. Her breath seared her lungs now, and she hurtled down the hill toward the river which led from Loch Ness to Moray Firth. At last she threw herself into a cold, wet, but safely thick bank of broom, bracken, and juniper, where she lay panting and gasping33 painfully. Mina and Bogle would be safely away by now and waiting for her down along the path that was the only road along Loch Ness. Let them wait. She had earned a rest. She was sore bruised34 and aching
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from the stones, and her bare feet, tough as they were, hurt from the cobbled streets of the town.
Och, she thought pleasantly, if only they would some day be catching35 and hanging Mina, and Bogle too—but only, of course, after Kelpie had learned all the witchcraft36 that Mina knew, and perhaps more. Oh, to be a more powerful witch than Mina, and to be putting all kinds of curses on her until all scores were settled!
Curled up in her nest of bracken, head resting on the scarlet37 petticoat, Kelpie drifted into her favorite daydream38. Dhé, how Mina would plead for mercy! Her arms and legs would shrivel up, just, and her few remaining teeth fall out. Kelpie smiled, looking like a starry-eyed lass dreaming of romance. Then her short upper lip curled and lifted, revealing a row of small, sharp white teeth, so that she looked more like a wolf cub39 dreaming of dinner.
The long northern twilight40 was beginning to creep into the Great Glen, for sunlight vanished early in the valley between those high, steep, massive hills, even in March. She must go on now, or she would be beaten for delaying. And presently, still sore, she was loping silently down the path by the loch, where new gorse and bracken grew between patches of old snow. Two or three miles down she met Bogle and Mina sitting on their bundles and waiting.
“You have taken your time about getting here,” said Bogle. “And how many purses were you taking?”
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Twilight had deepened into the toneless half-light of gloaming. Light had slowly drained from the Glen, leaving a world of eerie41 gray on the hill above Loch Ness. The loch itself was liquid iron, from which might easily arise the three black humps and snaky neck of the each uisghe, the water horse who lived there. A meager42 supper was over, and the only color left in the world was the small salmon-pink pennant43 of cloud flying over the black shoulder of Meall Fuarvounie and reflected in the shining crystal ball in Mina’s hand.
She spread a shabby bit of stolen black velvet44 on the springy turf and set the crystal sphere lovingly in the exact center. “And now you will be reading the glass with me,” she said.
It was a nightly ritual. Ordinarily Kelpie found it interesting, exciting, but tonight she was sore and aching and rebellion was in her. It was foolish, of course, to express such feelings. It was to risk not only a beating—which, being used to, she did not fear—but an evil spell, which she did. But she expressed them now and then, all the same.
“May the uruisg be away with you!” she said sweetly and ducked. Mina’s fist merely caught the top of Kelpie’s tangled45 head, but her snarl46 was more effective.
“Mind me so!” Her voice rasped. “And how do you think to be learning witchcraft else?”
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“I am reading the crystal with you every night,” muttered Kelpie. “But you’ll never let me be trying alone, and you’ve taught me never so much as a single wee spell.”
“And listen to her now!” The hateful voice was a croak47 of derision, echoed by a snort from the bulky gray shadow that was Bogle. “She cannot crawl yet and she is wanting to run!” And this time the blow fell on Kelpie’s high, thin cheekbone before she could think to duck. “Look into the crystal, amadain!”
Kelpie considered further defiance48 and then decided49 against it. She didn’t really feel up to another beating tonight, and she did want to learn witchcraft. So she permitted Mina’s long gnarled hand to clutch her own so that Kelpie would be able to see what Mina did. For a seer could share his sight with another by touching50 him, and Kelpie, said Mina, was not yet ready to see alone. Night after night, for as long as she could remember, Kelpie had looked into the ball with Mina, describing what she saw, while the old woman questioned and corrected her.
“Now,” said Mina, and Kelpie stared into the luminous51 ball. First it clouded, then the center began to glow dully, and then a vague picture developed. Kelpie’s dark head bent forward on its long neck, and her eyes grew wide and fixed52....
Two young men were riding along a loch-side on fine horses, with a blond giant behind them on a shaggy Highland15 pony53. Bright tartan filleadh mór—the bulky great-kilts—beat
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heavily against their thighs54 and swung over their shoulders, and their heads were high with the proud confidence of the well-born.
Kelpie recognized one of them. Young Glenfern, it was, whose father was a minor55 chieftain of Clan Cameron, and who had once given her a farthing and a sudden compassionate56 smile that lit his grave dark-eyed face like sunshine. The smile had roused in Kelpie a strange sensation of joy and resentment57 combined, and the feeling came back now as she stared. There was gladness behind the composure of his face as he rode, and his dark shoulder-length hair lifted in the breeze. And Kelpie, ignorant of the eternal attraction of lad for lass, frowned at the pleasant pain of her own feelings. She spared no more than a glance for the other young man in MacDonald tartan, whose narrow face seemed composed of straight lines, whose freckles58 matched the blaze of his red hair, whose expression seemed to laugh at all the world.
“Who is that?” muttered Mina, peering. “What will they be to us? Do you know them?”
“No,” lied Kelpie, whose policy was to deceive Mina and Bogle whenever possible, just on principle.
“I would be seeing something of the King, or the war, or Mac Cailein Mor,” said Mina fretfully.
Kelpie spared her a narrow, speculative59 glance. Why was Mina so interested of late in politics? Of what benefit to her was the blaze of civil war sweeping60 through the
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remote world of England and even the less remote world of the Lowlands? As far as Kelpie could see, it affected61 them not at all—except, of course, that Mac Cailein Mor, Marquis of Argyll, Chief of Clan Campbell, was head of the Covenant62 army of the Lowlands and therefore a merciless hunter of witches. But then Mac Cailein Mor came into these Western Highlands only now and then, and merely to wipe out here and there a few of the clans63 whom he had always hated. A terrible fierce enemy he was, no doubt, and one deserving the Evil Eye—but what was he to Mina, at all?
“Is it still the lads riding, then?” Mina persisted. “And who will they be, whatever?”
Always and always Kelpie must describe every detail, just as if Mina couldn’t see for herself. Kelpie was irritated. “How should I be knowing?” she snapped, and a blow on the ear set her head ringing.
“Don’t know! Amadain! What tartan will they be wearing?”
It was too much. Kelpie jerked away, too angry to care about the consequences. “Nathrach!” She spat64. “Look for yourself!”
The motionless gray bulk in the shadows now stirred and gave a low, spiteful chuckle65. “She cannot,” Bogle said, wheezing66 with satisfaction. “It is sure I am now; her Sight will be going from her. It was for that, these long years ago, that she must be stealing a wee bairn with the
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ringed eyes of the Second Sight, and holding her hand so that she can see through other eyes what she cannot see for herself—”
There was a scream of fury from old Mina, and a battered67 saucepan hurtled through the dusk, hit Bogle’s ragged68 shoulder, and fell into the heather. Bogle chuckled69 with malicious70 triumph. It wasn’t that he hated Mina in particular. He was quite impartial71, was Bogle; he simply hated all mankind and greatly enjoyed seeing anyone unhappy. Now he ducked his head slightly and shook with laughter as the saucepan was followed by an assortment of sticks, stolen objects, and curses.
Kelpie sat perfectly72 still. A universe of startling possibilities was opening to her mind—because, with Mina’s hand no longer touching hers, the tiny picture in the crystal glowed more sharply, brightly clear than she had ever seen it.
Wrapped in her tattered plaidie in a nest of last year’s dry bracken, she lay awake after the long gloaming had deepened to black and stars peeped out to grow dim again as the unearthly white radiance of the northern lights—the Dancers—shimmered and pulsed over the western hills. The wonder of the lights, as Kelpie watched, seemed to match the wonder in her heart.
Had Bogle told the truth? Mina’s behavior made Kelpie
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think he had. And it was certain that the crystal was even clearer for her without Mina’s touch.
So then, was it also true that she had been stolen? From where? Kelpie reached back into her memory but could find nothing but the vagrant73 life of gypsies—tramping, begging, stealing, telling fortunes and selling spells and charms in the Highlands, running from witch-hunters in the Lowlands, sleeping under the sky.
Och, how could she ever be finding out? Only, perhaps, by becoming a greater witch than Mina and putting the power upon her. And indeed, it was a great advantage if Mina no longer had the Sight! Dhé, but she had other powers, had Mina, terrible powers of cursing and spells! She was clever, too, and for all her age she used a stick with great strength. Kelpie must be canny, she must so. The cold streams of the northern lights faded, and when they were gone, Kelpie was asleep.
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belongings
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