Kelpie wriggled3 a little deeper into her nest of tall harebells and broom and stared down at it with interest. She had time to wait and think. Janet had braided the black hair neatly4 for her, used the hem5 of her own dress to wash Kelpie’s grimy pointed6 face, and then hurried on to the head of the loch. From there she would return to the village as if from her own home. And Kelpie was to bide7 here, out of sight, until the next day, and then come down from the glen. Kelpie had agreed willingly enough,
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not for Janet’s sake, but for one more night under the free sky.
She glowered8 at the brooding gray castle, for it was just occurring to her that it would be much more like a prison than Glenfern. And would they allow her to be out and away in the hills when her tasks were done, as she had done at Glenfern? She doubted it. Och, it was a great sacrifice she was making for those who had sent her, and she must see that her reward was as great. And then.... She drifted into her favorite daydream9.
In the long white twilight10 she backed down the hill until she found a tarn11 sheltered by birch, and settled herself for the night. The Dancers were absent tonight, and the sky a pale shadowed silver in which only the largest stars flickered12 feebly, for it was midsummer. Then the moon came over the crest13 of the hill, and there were no more stars, and the tarn became a pool of cold light. Deliberately14 Kelpie leaned over the bank and stared into the tarn.
The reflected brilliance15 of moonlight glowed, closed in upon itself, became a silver point, and then in its place there was a strange land—a place with giant forests, dark and wild, and a crude house made of logs in a rough clearing. She tossed her head with annoyance16. What was this to her? What of her future, her career as a witch? What of destruction of those she hated? What of her enemies?
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The tarn obeyed, as if with a malicious17 will of its own, and she saw Argyll’s face, the eyes coldly burning, the mouth twisted in anger, staring straight at her, and in her mind’s ear Kelpie heard the word “witch.”
She threw herself backward and sat with beating heart for several moments after the water stood clear and blank. Was she fey, then? Was it her own doom18 she was seeing? Och, no, perhaps not. For she had not seen herself, and surely Mac Cailein Mor had looked so to many a person accused of witchcraft19. She had asked to see her enemy, and the picture was telling her, just, that here was a dangerous enemy—a warning to be canny20, that was all. She curled up comfortably in a patch of rank grass free of nettles21, and slept.
In the thin light of morning she smoothed back her hair and washed her face in the cold, peaty water of the tarn. Then, wary22 but confident, she made her way back to the glen and along the river to the castle.
As she approached the massive stone gateway23, Kelpie put on the proper face and attitude for this occasion as easily as Eithne might have put on a different frock. The task was not so easy, really, for there was little that could be done about the long slanted24 eyes and brows or the pointed jaw25. But the severely26 braided hair helped, and by tucking in her lower lip and drooping27 the corners she added a helpless and wistful note. She pulled her chin
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down and back and pressed her elbows to her sides for a look of brave apprehension28, and then she changed her free, fawnlike walk for a most sober one.
Through the gate she stepped into a subdued29 world of drab colors. Her blue dress looked insolently30 bright beside the grays and blacks of the other women in the courtyard. Only the tartan—that proud symbol of the Highlander—had failed to be extinguished by the decree of the Covenant31 and Kirk. And even the tartans, being colored with vegetable dye, were of muted shades.
A man leading a horse stopped and regarded her with little approval. “What is it that you are wanting?” he asked.
“Could I be seeing Mrs. MacKellar, the housekeeper32?” asked Kelpie, her eyes lowered modestly.
He looked at her for a moment and then called over his shoulder, “Siubhan, the lass is wanting Mrs. MacKellar. Take her away up to the door.” And he went on about his business.
A sad-faced woman put down her basket of laundry, regarded Kelpie without curiosity, and jerked her head. Kelpie followed with great meekness33 and waited obediently at the castle door until Siubhan had gone inside and reappeared with a tall, gaunt woman in black.
Once again there was the disapproving34 look. “And who may you be?”
“I be Sheena Campbell.” Kelpie launched into her story,
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not too glibly35, with downcast eyes and humble36 voice. “And it’s hoping I am to serve Mac Cailein Mor,” she finished earnestly.
“Mmmm,” commented Mrs. MacKellar. “We’ve lasses aplenty in Inverary Village.”
“Och,” protested Kelpie, “but ’tis experience I’ve had! And,” she added pitifully, “they will be having homes, and I with nowhere to turn.”
Mrs. MacKellar softened37, but only slightly. “To tell the truth,” she said bluntly, “there is something—I’m not altogether liking38 the look of you! How am I knowing you are what you say?”
“But and whyever else would I be coming to Mac Cailein Mor?” demanded Kelpie artlessly.
“Mmmm, that will be the question,” retorted Mrs. MacKellar. “No, now, I’m thinking—”
What she thought was never said, for from the corner of her eye Kelpie saw a tall figure just passing the foot of the stairs—not Argyll, but his tallness, his long face, red hair, and manner of dress suggested that he must be Argyll’s son. Kelpie took a chance.
She turned away blindly from the imminent39 refusal, carefully stumbled a bit, and tumbled herself neatly down the steps to land in a pathetic heap in front of the startled young man.
“My sorrow!” he ejaculated.
Kelpie swiftly decided40 against being injured, as this
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might prove inconvenient41. So she gave a small scared glance upward at the faint frown above her and shrank back against the wall. “Och, your pardon!” she whispered. “Please do not be beating me!”
The young man—she was quite sure now that he must be Lord Lorne, son of Argyll—gave a short laugh. “Whatever you may have heard, I am no beater of bairns.”
Kelpie drooped42 her lip at him. “Sir, I would not mind a beating, if only I could be staying here to work for Mac Cailein Mor.”
“What is this? Who is she?” Lord Lorne switched to English, and Mrs. MacKellar replied in the same tongue.
“She iss saying her name iss Sheena Campbell from Loch Awe43, and that she iss an orphan44 who hass peen working in the home of MacIntyre of Craignish who iss not needing her any more.” Mrs. MacKellar’s English, sibilant with the soft Gaelic sounds, was really not nearly as good as Kelpie’s—but Kelpie was careful to keep her face blank, as if she did not understand. “But sir,” went on the housekeeper, “I am not liking the look of her whateffer. Her eyes—”
Lord Lorne bent45 and looked at them. Kelpie tried to make them wide and pleading.
“Oddly ringed, aren’t they?” he observed. “Well, she can’t help that. You could use her, I think. Why not try her out?” And he went on to wherever he had been going.
“Seadh.” Mrs. MacKellar shrugged46 and washed her
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hands of the decision. “You can be staying a bit, then, until I see can you do the work. We will see does Peigi have an old dress you can be wearing, of a proper color. You’re of the Kirk, are you no?” she demanded suddenly, turning to cast a suspicious eye on the blue of Kelpie’s dress.
Kelpie wasn’t quite sure what that meant, and, even with Janet’s tutoring, she dared not bluff47 too far. She took an instant to think as she rose slowly to her feet. “I am wanting to be a better Christian,” she said, temporizing48, with an earnest face. “And that is one reason I was coming here, for the house of Mac Cailein Mor is surely the most godly of all.”
“Well—” Mrs. MacKellar looked somewhat appeased49. “Come away in, then.” And Kelpie came.
Life in Inverary Castle was quite different from life at Glenfern, even though Kelpie’s duties were similar. There was a coldness here—and not only physical, although the castle was chill enough, with draughts50 constantly blowing down the halls and pushing out against the wall tapestries51. But the chill of spirit was even more depressing. Laughter was near sacrilege, and a smile darkly suspect. Dancing simply didn’t exist, and singing was confined to dour52 hymns53 regarding hellfire and damnation. If Kelpie had ever chafed54 at the restrictions55 of Glenfern, she now realized what a free and happy life that had been. Och, that
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people could live like this! Worse, that they seemed to approve it! One could hardly say they liked anything.
And here Kelpie heard the other viewpoint regarding Mac Cailein Mor. Everyone seemed to fear him, even his rather mousy wife and sullen56 son. But they also saw him (except possibly Lord Lorne) as the Right Hand of God, fighting the battles of righteousness against such enemies of Heaven as witches, King Charles, Papists, Anglicans, everyone else who was not of the Covenant, and, most particularly, Lord Graham of Montrose, who was supposedly leading the King’s army in Scotland. But no one seemed to know where Montrose was now, at all. He had started north to raise an army for the king and then vanished altogether, and it was to be fondly hoped that the Devil had snatched him away to Hell where he belonged.
Kelpie listened and said nothing. She didn’t like what she heard and began to hate Argyll on her own account. Indeed and it was true that he would take all freedom from all people if he could. Kelpie cared little enough about anyone else, she told herself, but her own freedom mattered more than anything at all, and she began to feel a personal enthusiasm for her task here. A hex was what he deserved, and she hoped that the Lowlander would make it a fine horrible one indeed.
It was lucky, she discovered, that himself was home at all now, for he spent much of his time these days heading his Covenant army, raiding the Highlands, and occasionally
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daring a small skirmish with other enemies. (Kelpie received the impression that he was not, perhaps, the boldest and most audacious leader when it came to fighting.) But now he was home, as no doubt the Lowlander had known.
Still, three bleak57 weeks had passed, and she still had never had a chance to lay her hands on any bit of his person or even come near his private rooms. Mrs. MacKellar kept a watchful58 eye out, and Kelpie’s duties were confined to all wings of the castle but that of Mac Cailein Mor. And so she watched and waited through June, tense, wary, inwardly chafing59.
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witchcraft
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