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There's my mistress, the Marchioness of Lossie." The man saw an ugly look in Kelpie's eye, withdrew his hand, and turned to Florimel. "My groom is not to blame," said she. "Lord Liftore struck his mare, and she became ungovernable." The man gave a look at Liftore, seemed to take his likeness, touched his hat, and withdrew. "You'd better ride the jade home," said Liftore.
Alexander rode across the moors to the glen head. Two or three solitary farers that he met gave him eager good day. "Are ye getting sae weel, laird? I am glad o' that!" "Good day, Mr. Jardine! I rejoice to see you recovered. Well, they hung more of them yesterday!" "Gude day, Glenfernie! It's a bonny morn, and sweet to be living!" At noon he looked down on the Kelpie's Pool.
In the upper corner was written, "For White Farm." That was all. Glenfernie put this letter into the bosom of his shirt. He then got on again the clothing he had discarded, and, stooping, put his arms beneath the lifeless form. He lifted it and bore it from the Kelpie's Pool and up the moor. He was a man much stronger than the ordinary; he carried it as though he felt no weight.
He turned white with dismay then red with anger, and stood speechless. But he was quickly brought to himself by a sharp pinch under the shoulder blade from Kelpie's long teeth: he had forgotten her, and she had taken the advantage. "Wha tellt ye that, Lizzy?" he said. "I'm no at leeberty to say, Ma'colm, but I'm sure it's true, an' my hert's like to brak."
Sit ye and crack a bit with an auld wife by the road." But they had dallied at White Farm and in the cave, and Alexander was in haste. "We cannot stop now, Mother. We're bound for the Kelpie's Pool." "And why do ye gae there? That's a drear, wanrestfu' place!" said Mother Binning. "Ian has not seen it yet. I want to show it to him." Mother Binning turned her distaff slowly.
How cold was the Kelpie's Pool? Poisoned love poisoned friendship ambition in ruin bells ringing for executions! To and fro to and fro. He had always felt life as sensuous, rich, and warm, with garlands and colors. It had been large and aglow, with a profusion of arabesques of imagination and emotion.
But he felt all the better for the excitement, and after he had taken a cup of strong tea, wrote to Mr Soutar to provide men on whom he could depend, if possible the same who had taken her there before, to await Kelpie's arrival at Aberdeen. There he must also find suitable housing and attention for her at any expense until further directions, or until, more probably, he should claim her himself.
The Deevil's Jock, as they called him, kept jumping, with his arms outspread, from one place to another, as if to receive Kelpie's charge, but when he saw her actually coming, in short, quick bounds, straight to the trench, he was seized with terror, and, half paralysed, slipped as he turned to flee, and rolled into the ditch, just in time to let Kelpie fly over his head.
"I had a strange kind of youth.... So many dim, struggling longings, dreams, aspirings! but I think they may be always there with youth." "Yes, they are," said Elspeth. "We talked of the Kelpie's Pool. Something like that was the strangeness with me. Black rifts and whirlpools and dead tarns within me, opening up now and again, lifted as by a trembling of the earth, coming up from the past!
Ian in imagination saw it, too. They sat, chin on knees, upon the moorside above the Kelpie's Pool. The water was faintly crisped, the reeds and willow boughs just stirred. "But the kelpie did you ever see that?" "Sometimes it is seen as a water-horse, sometimes as a demon. I never saw anything like that but once. I never told any one about it.
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