Still, suspicion was less after her first Sunday there, after she had gathered with the others to hear Glenfern read the service. It was well known that no witch would
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dare enter a church or hear the Holy Word, lest the roof fall in or some other dire2 thing happen. Kelpie herself was uneasy about this at first. True, she was not a witch, but she wanted to be, and she had read the crystal with Mina, and she wasn’t altogether certain what might happen. Still, it wasn’t a proper church, with a priest, but only Glenfern reading the Anglican service—and in any case, she dared not refuse. So she went, heart beating faster than usual, and was greatly relieved when nothing dreadful happened.
True to her promise, Kelpie was diligent3 and learned quickly. Her reward was free time to wander in the encircling hills or to be with the other young people—and this was strangest of all, for they played and chattered4 and joked in a way quite novel to Kelpie, with laughter among them, and an ease and affection that held no wariness5. Under the bewitchment of it, Kelpie found herself dropping her own guard more and more often. She liked being with them! There was more joy in it than in shouting and dancing alone on a hilltop; a different excitement from that she felt when cutting purses. As the days passed, she often had to remind herself of the advice she had given Ian. To be too relaxed could be dangerous—especially with that sharp-minded Alex about.
Still, she couldn’t help enjoying those hours, and presently something clicked in her mind, and she understood the baffling thing they called teasing.
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Kelpie, Eithne, Ian, and Alex were sitting nearly waist-deep in the tangle6 of heather and bog-myrtle that rimmed7 Loch nan Eilean on a sunny afternoon.
“Are you sure you’re not wanting a proper name besides ‘Kelpie’?” Eithne asked, her soft voice worried and laughing at once. “It seems so insulting, just, that your parents....”
Parents? Suddenly Kelpie remembered what Bogle had said. Suppose she had truly been stolen? Suppose she were really the daughter of a chief? Och, the glory of it! Wealth and importance, lovely gowns and jewels, silver buckles8 on real leather shoes, and a silver belt around her waist, and oh, the safety of never having to run from angry crowds....
“Dhé!” she announced eagerly. “Mina and Bogle will not be my parents, at all.” She paused dramatically and prepared to launch the rest of her news. How startled and respectful they would be! Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?
“Och, now!” Alex turned twin sparks of laughter upon her. “And haven’t I been waiting, just, for you to be telling us? Kelpie has suddenly remembered,” he explained to the others solemnly, “that she was stolen by the gypsies when a wee bairn and is truly the daughter of a great chief, or perhaps of royal blood.”
“How did you know?” began Kelpie and then stopped. The others were chuckling9 as at a great joke. Alex had put
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the blight10 of ridicule11 on her story—though it was at least half true. And now no one would ever be believing it at all!
“Beast!” she spat12. “It is true!”
“As ever was!” agreed Alex jauntily13 and ducked her angry fist. Then he caught her wrist, put it firmly in her lap, and sat grinning at her. “You’re a wonderful wee liar14, aren’t you just?” he observed admiringly.
“Ou, aye,” admitted Kelpie a trifle smugly before she realized that he had tricked her again. “But this time,” she pointed15 out with indignation, “I am not lying.”
“And would you not be saying the same thing if you were lying?” he persisted.
This time Kelpie saw the trap, but she was already in it. “Of course,” she admitted with forthright16 logic17. “For what would be the good of lying if you did not say it was the truth? But”—she bristled18, slanted19 brows scrambling20 themselves darkly above her short nose—“this time it is true!”
Alex laughed.
Kelpie tried for at least the twentieth time to put the Evil Eye on him. The result was a poisonous look, if not a blighting21 one. “Wicked, evil-minded beast!” she told him earnestly.
Ian looked at Alex judiciously22. “Och, no; not wicked,” he said. “He’s a bit evil-minded, ’tis true, and surely daft.”
Kelpie blinked.
“Aye, daft enough,” agreed Eithne happily. “Were you
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knowing, Kelpie, that he’s altogether foolish about an English lass, his cousin Cecily in Oxford23? And yet all he can be saying of her is that she is like her own wee kitten, and that he will marry with her some day.”
Alex grinned brazenly24. “Well, and with who else?” he demanded. “You would not be having me, m’eudail.”
“Dhé, no!” agreed Eithne promptly25. “I’d as lief marry the twins!”
“Mayhap Kelpie would have him,” suggested Ian lazily, and then he and Eithne shouted with laughter at the looks of sheer horror on both faces.
“Mercy!” begged Alex, getting to his knees and clasping his hands pleadingly. “Anything but that! Curse me all you wish, water witch, but please do not marry me!”
Kelpie looked at him. It was then that something clicked. “Very well so,” she agreed with enthusiasm. “And what sort of curse would you be wanting?”
She went back to the house a little later, looking thoughtful and with a pleasant feeling in the heart of her—not merely because, for once, she had got the better of Alex, but also because of the thing that happened between people when they teased. It was a warm and happy thing that turned insults to joking and the hatred26 of Alex to something kinder. For surely a body did not tease where he hated! And surely he had been half teasing her from the first.
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Kelpie’s blue eyes glinted happily as she hurried into the big stone-floored kitchen, so that Marsali the cook almost smiled at her and Fiona for once forgot to cross herself.
“And about time it is, too!” Marsali grunted27, remembering her doubts about Kelpie. “The mistress has been looking for you while you were playing like a fine lady. Here, now, be helping28 to pluck this fowl29, and let Master Donald go tell her that you’re here.”
Kelpie glanced at the half of the twins who was arming himself for an afternoon of fishing, with a huge packet of scones30 and butter. “That’s Ronald,” she said absently as she picked up the small brown pheasant.
Three pairs of eyes focused on her in sudden sharp attention, for it took far more than a brief glance to tell one twin from the other. In fact, only their mother and Wee Mairi could invariably do it.
“I’m Donald,” asserted the twin, his eyes sparkling at her.
“You’re Ronald.” Kelpie contradicted him serenely31, hardly glancing up from her plucking job.
Marsali at once took sides. “Och, now, will you be calling the wee master a liar?” she demanded indignantly, her fists planted against her hips32.
“Ou, aye,” said Kelpie. “He will be teasing you,” she added, pleased to recognize it.
Fiona looked shocked. Marsali peered suspiciously from
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Kelpie to the twin, who giggled33. “Och, well, then,” said Marsali, her ruddy face now ruddier with indignation, though she was not quite sure at whom to direct it. “Fine it is that Master Ronald has the wee mole34 on the back of his neck.” And she strode over to the grinning lad and lifted up the shoulder-length dark hair to look at the neck beneath. Kelpie went on plucking, perfectly35 sure of herself and feeling rather smug.
“Master Ronald it is!” Marsali clucked, and Fiona crossed herself and edged away from Kelpie. “How could you be knowing, save with the Black Power?”
“Aye,” demanded Ronald. “How were you knowing, Kelpie? Was it witchcraft36?”
Kelpie grinned and shrugged37. She couldn’t really tell how she knew. It wasn’t the look of them, but rather the feel. Donald had a more aggressive and challenging tone, and Ronald more a feel of hungry curiosity. But how could a body explain this kind of knowing? No, they would just have to think it witchcraft.
“Mise-an-dhui!” muttered Marsali, regarding her warily38. Fiona had backed against the far wall. Donald appeared in search of his twin, and the two went into a conference. Presently they came out of it and presented a solid front to Kelpie, sturdy legs planted wide.
“That is no proof you are a witch,” announced Donald. “Mother and Wee Mairi can tell us apart, and they are
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no witches, only Mother is knowing us too well and Mairi has Second Sight.”
Kelpie yielded to temptation, made a horrible grimace39, and began weaving mysterious signs in the air with her fingers. Fiona screeched40, and Marsali turned pale. The twins stood their ground, grinning, belligerent41, deeply interested—and just faintly worried.
“Now whatever is all this?” It was Lady Glenfern herself, her full mauve skirts nearly filling the wide doorway42, with Eithne, round-eyed, just behind.
“Witchcraft!” squeaked43 Fiona.
Kelpie flushed guiltily and found a sudden lump in her throat. Och, here was a mess! Why had she done such a foolish thing? All in fun it was, and yet who would believe her for a minute? Now she would be punished and sent away—and, for once, for a thing of which she was innocent! The novelty of the situation was so shattering that for once she lost her glib44 tongue. She simply stared at her mistress, her eyes growing wide with frustration45 and despair.
The twins and Marsali broke into simultaneous explanations—all slightly different—with Fiona putting in exclamation46 points here and there, so that it was some time before Lady Glenfern could get an idea of what had happened. When she did, she turned questioningly to Kelpie, who was still trying to think up some lie that
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sounded more plausible47 than the truth. But Eithne spoke48 first.
“Och, then, Mother!” she said, laughter and distress49 in her voice. “She was teasing; I am sure of it. Look you how the twins are always at her to cast a spell, and Fiona just begging to be teased by the very look of her. I am sure that was the way of it! Was it not, Kelpie?”
Kelpie nodded a bit sullenly50. This was humiliating. She wished she really had power to do a wee magic spell and dared show them, just to see their surprise.
“Well—” Lady Glenfern hesitated, inclined to believe it, but not quite sure. After all....
At that moment Wee Mairi popped into the kitchen, looking, in her full skirts, like a fairy child caught in an overblown rose. And, like a fairy child, she knew instantly that something was wrong, and what to do about it. She pattered across the floor and slipped her small, soft hand into Kelpie’s.
“This is my Kelpie,” she announced, smiling angelically at her mother. “’Tis myself loves her, and you must not be cross at her.”
“There, Mother!” crowed Eithne. “Wee Mairi loves her, and Mairi has the Second Sight; you said yourself that she is never making a mistake about a person!”
Lady Glenfern relaxed. “Aye so,” she agreed and smiled at Kelpie. “I can well see how you were tempted51 to tease,” she admitted and then became grave. “But you must be
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careful, lass. To joke about such matters could cause you sore trouble.”
Kelpie hardly heard the warning. Her hand was gripping the small one still protectively clinging to it, and she found herself again seized by an alarming surge of feeling for its owner. Och, the fair, sweet heart of her....
Wee Mairi chose this instant to lean confidingly52 against Kelpie and peer up with a beguiling53 smile. “My Kelpie,” she repeated.
And Kelpie was swallowed in a tide of the first real love she had ever known. She found it extremely upsetting. All her training and experience warned her that it was dangerous to be trapped into this sort of feeling. It left one vulnerable, could lead one into foolishness. And here she was, bewitched, unable to help it! She scowled54 helplessly.
Lady Glenfern, seeing her distress, mercifully took her from the kitchen for the rest of the day and set her to work at a simple bit of weaving. For an hour or so Kelpie sat alone, brooding. Eithne came in for a while to work at her own more complicated length of Cameron tartan, but Kelpie was so unsociable that she left again.
And then the twins arrived, dark heads cocked to one side, eyes dancing at her impishly. “We have found you,” they announced in triumph.
“Fine I know it,” growled55 Kelpie, refusing to look at them.
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Undaunted, they seated themselves on two wee creepie-stools and regarded her with affable curiosity. “There is a thing that we have in our minds,” they told her.
“I am doubting that!” snapped Kelpie.
The twins digested this insult and then chuckled56. “I am liking58 you fine,” said Donald, “even though you are not a witch.”
Kelpie, touched again on that newly sensitive spot, shot the shuttle through the warp59 with unnecessary violence and said nothing.
“Why were you saying you are a witch when you are not?” asked Ronald with interest. “Why,” he continued, getting warmed up, “do Fiona and the others think you are? Would you like to be? Are you truly Old Mina’s girl? Is she your Grannie Witchie? If you were a witch, Kelpie, what would you do first of all?”
“Put a spell of silence on the tongue of you,” retorted Kelpie and found that her ill humor was beginning to evaporate. It was impossible not to smile back at their cheeky grins, not to chuckle57 when they said that Mother would probably approve such a spell. The atmosphere became quite congenial.
“I thought you were going fishing,” observed Kelpie.
The twins looked depressed60. “We were,” they agreed. “But Father is come back from seeing Lochiel and told us to bide61 here for our lessons that we missed this morning. I think ’twill take him a wee while to find us in here,
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whatever,” added Ronald cheerfully, and Kelpie grinned again.
“We are learning about the war between King Charles and Parliament and the Covenant,” volunteered Donald sadly, “and we could do fine not knowing about it. Grownups are gey confusing, so they are, and sometimes I think gey foolish besides, and we are not understanding it all very well.”
“Are you loving King Charles?” demanded Ronald.
“Ou, aye,” murmured Kelpie vaguely62 and hastened to turn the question. “Are you?” she countered.
“As ever was!” they chorused instantly. “Is he not our King, and a Stewart, besides?”
Well, Kelpie had already known that Glenfern was pro-Royalist. “And so the King is always right?” she pursued, trying to think what else to ask.
“Och, no!” said the twins in surprise. “No one is always right,” they informed her gravely. “Except,” they added, “for Father.”
Kelpie put her shuttle through the wrong way and had to take it out again, her lip twitching63 ever so slightly. The twins, having settled that subject of conversation, looked at her hopefully. “Can you,” they asked, “tell us a story?”
Now if there was one thing Kelpie could do better than any other, it was to tell stories—pathetic tales to earn sympathy or a copper64, outrageous65 lies to escape impending66 trouble, embroidered67 yarns68 of her own adventures, old
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gypsy stories, eerie69 folk tales of the wee people and other uncanny beings, or fanciful bits and snatches that she wove for herself among the hills or beside the campfire. Her eyes sparkled. “Fine I can that!” she asserted and dropped her voice to an eerie pitch.
“Have you ever,” she whispered, “heard of the uruisg of Glenlyon?”
They shook their heads and drew their stools nearer.
“Well, then.” Kelpie paused, shuttle in hand. “It was a farmer’s wife who was making porridge for breakfast on a wet morning, when who should come walking in but an uruisg. Och, a slippery, damp, uncouth70 monster he was, half man and half goat; and wasn’t he just sitting himself down at the fire to dry, and not so much as a wee greeting to her? Well, the farmer’s wife was fair angered at his impertinence, and she having to step over and around him every minute, so presently she just lifted a ladle of the boiling porridge from the pot over the fire, and poured it over him, just. Well, at that he leaped up, howling, and ran out the door and never dared set foot in that house again....”
When Glenfern finally tracked down his elusive71 twins some time later, Kelpie had got very little weaving done, but she had made a place for herself forever in the hearts of Ronald and Donald.
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