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I am thinking that the far-seeing blue eyes of Bryde would be watching every rise and hollow, or why else would he have made the cairn, for that is not just the nearest road to the Big House. To her he came there and stood before her, and she rose to be meeting him, but had no words of greeting.
Jesu aid me . . . you are mine from the beginning; it is not right that you love that other. Be kind to me, Bryde, let me whisper je t'adore, always I love you thus," she cried, and kissed him wildly in a kind of madness. "I think," said she, "when I am standing with Hugh to be married, I think I will run to you," and then "Take me home now," all brokenly she spoke, "my brave night is finished."
"What was that, my dear lass?" said I, looking at her. "That would be my heart leaping," said she, with a laugh and a blush. And Bryde lifted her from her little horse, and her hands were never tired to be touching him. She was all tremulous with laughter and eager-eyed, and the red was flaming in her cheeks, and she would be ordering Bryde like a queen, but pleadingly withal.
Bryde and Margaret would be aye at their planning, and the lass with a glamour of joy at the sewing and marking of linen; and whiles it would seem that Bryde himself was forgot, but there would be times when they would be away for hours together, the lass with her two arms clinging to his, and laughing up into his face, and the folk would be smiling to be just seeing her, for it was as though her love was so good and great a power that she must be kind to the whole world.
Then there came that fine sound, the distant neigh of a horse, and the horse in the burn answered gallantly, and came splashing on, passaging and side-stepping a little, with curved crest. And there by the burnside they met, Bryde and Helen.
He came there in a privateer Captain Cook, I think, was master of her, Bryde McBride mate lieutenant, the crew would be saying, for the schooner carried letters o' marque a fast ship and well found; the Spray was the name of her." "And Bryde McBride had you speech with him?" "I had that ay, we yarned for long and long, him in his fine clothes an' all, and very pressing with the rum.
"Why will you be loving me?" she would cry, and stand, her great blue eyes all loving. "My dear," Bryde would say, "the day grows brighter when you are with me; there is peace in my heart and gladness. The flowers are more beautiful and the sea is grander. Och, I cannot be telling you in words." "I will be content and listen; this is the way of it with me," and she put her hand to her breast.
"'To the day when you will be slaying a deer," said the Laird, "'and to the day when you will not be slaying a deer, and I'm thinking, Bryde, to-day you will have had a very good hunting."
And Hugh McBride looked glumly at Bryde as he left. "I am forgetting," said Margaret, "I am wanting Bryde. Take me, Hamish," and her hand was pressing mine. But I thought to be teaching her a lesson, and sat still a little. "What is it you will have been forgetting, Margaret?" said I. "Oh oh," says she, her face all suffused, "it will just be about a pup he was to be bringing me. . . ."
You see her there the black on his haunches and the breath of him like a white cloud, and Bryde standing and his sea-coat flapping in the wind. There was no greeting from her, but her arms stretched out. "Take me down," she said, and he lifted her. Then to the serving-man "Walk the horses; but no your mother's cottage is at the burnside.
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