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Updated: May 5, 2025
And they sat there with the wild-fowl only and the sheep to be seeing them. "Bryde," cried the girl, looking at her man with great starry eyes and her cheeks aglow, "Bryde, will it anger you if I will be telling something." For answer he smiled down at her. "Mhari nic Cloidh did tell me this would come, and there is more to come.
"It was a notion I had," said he, "to come back the way I would be leaving yon time in the dark." Frisky. What would you be having me tell you now? of how we carried the fish home from the skiff, of how we walked slowly up the shore road, with Bryde standing to look at the places he would have been remembering.
For the Bryde that was fit to command a King's ship would be far different from the boy on a moorside farm, and I was weaving dreams like a lass at her spinning when the door was opened behind me and Margaret stood looking in, a light held high in her hand and her arm bare. "When will he be coming?" said she.
"It was not in my mind that Helen Stockdale should be trying them on him," said she, "at any rate." And at my laughing she left me in a pet, but not long after she would be telling me "There is something fine and brave about that woman, too, Hamish," she would say, "for she would be telling lies to Bryde McBride of what I had said about his going, and yet she told me all these lies.
There were many folk coming and going these days, and Ronny McKinnon and McGilp would be sitting with Bryde, and they would have the great tales of ships and the sea, and whiles Ronny would have his fiddle and play, and whiles it would be the old stories they would be telling.
It will whiles make me smile to think of the coming of Bryde and Margaret to the Big House that day, for with all her cleverness the eyes of Margaret could not be leaving her man, and her mouth would tremble into a smile, and her cheeks glow at a word; but Bryde that day was all-conquering.
He was much exercised by the morals of the place, and very religious, except when in drink, which would be mostly every night. On such a night, with Ronald and myself at the table and McGilp opposite, the door opened, and in came Bryde and Hugh with a cold swirl of sleet, and sat down beside us, and Robin McKelvie brought their drink, and old McKelvie came ben to be doing the honours.
The great red face took a blae colour the tongue protruded from his mouth and the eyes stared wildly. "Go down, go down, ye beast, if ye never come up," he girned, and flung the man from him to the earth, where he lay. I heard no word, and no look that I saw passed between, but Margaret left us and ran to Bryde. "Put your foot on that cur, my lady," says he, cold as an icicle, and his head bare.
"You are laughing at me, Bryde," said she in a little voice, shakily. "No, dear, no," said he, "I would be thinking of the Laird of Scaurdale if he kent, and me with a name to be making.
"I think I am not hurt my shoulder a lass came between " and then in a loud voice of terror, "Margaret, Margaret." "I am s-safe, Bryde safe it is Helen." Margaret was weeping, and at these words Helen spoke to Bryde, even as we were staunching her wound. "My Bryde," said she with a little smile, "and I was almost the bride of Hugh. It is droll poor Hugh."
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