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"I would be going to the sea," said Bryde, "like Angus McKinnon the tall ships and the strange countries, the white sails in the moonlight, and the black cannon and the cutlasses," said he, and then with a sort of shame, "and all that," but his eyes were full of longing and his cheek flushed. "Ah oui," cried Helen, "I am seeing all that, M'sieu."
With the blaze of the pieces I saw Dol Beag spring at Bryde as a wild cat springs; crooked and bestial he was, and his knife flashing, but swifter than the knife-flash was the love of the maid, who fell as Bryde fell. Into the bedlam of smoke and noise and groaning men, came the horrible laughter of a man, wild and high and devilish.
As for being all in the family well, if she could not be having Bryde, she could be having his cousin, and I'm thinking that not the half of an acre of land was even in her mind at all. But it would not do to be telling that to a man that would just have left his trysted wife. When Margaret had the word there were tears standing in her eyes.
As I sat dreaming and listening in a kind of a way to the talk round me, it came on me that Margaret kept near to her mother, and once only did I see her look at Bryde, a hurried puzzled look, but Hugh was ardent already, his face flushed and his laugh merry, and Mistress Helen was happy too.
It is like she would be rehearsing in her mind how this meeting should go, but for all that she rose, and her hands clasped and pressed themselves hard at her heart, and she turned herself a little away from him, only her eyes holding his. "Br Bryde," was the word that came softly between her lips like a whisper.
But the next day it was that Margaret told me of the meeting by the ford. "I am hating that woman, Hamish," said she, "with her bravery and her beauty, and her charms that will be working backwards. . . ." "Who was it that started these same spells?" says I. "Was it not in your mind to be trying these havers on Bryde yourself?"
"Take me," he cried, his arms out, "Hamish is feared of the great black man," and I would have taken him, but Bryde was before me. "Come, little dear," said he, and smiled, and the boy came to him slowly, the mother watching, and then Bryde swung his little brother on his shoulder. "We will be doing finely now," said he; "and you kent I was coming," said he to the mother, smiling at her.
She had not been speaking, the lass beside me, and her merriness was all gone, for she was aye merry with Bryde, and at last "Hamish," said she, "there is something will happen." And on top of my own mood I was startled, and the words did not come to me.
I was not very sure of the place, but I made the three long whistles on my fingers that the boys will be using when there is help needed. From the hillside I got the answer, clear and piercing like a shepherd's, and then all would be silent except for the swishing of the heather and the thumping at the ribs of me, for I would be sure now that Bryde was in the Locker on some mad ploy.
"For a while a long while the night, it was in my mind that she would not be caring to have me, for she has the wale of brisk Ayrshire lads to pick from, and she swithered long." "'We were babies together, says she, 'in your mother's house? "I heard tell of that from my mother." "'And Bryde, he was not born yet Bryde, your relative?"
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