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Out of it came presently his voice, low and hoarse: "No." "They found her on Christmas Day drowned in the Kelpie's Pool. Self-murder murder also of a child that would have been." Again silence. The lawyer found that he must go through with it, having come so far. "It seems that there is a cripple fellow of the neighborhood who had stumbled, unseen, upon your trysts.
Coming back to the chair in the sunshine, he sat for a moment with his eyes upon a gray huddle of roofs visible through the window. Then he broke the seal and unfolded the letter superscribed in Alexander's strong writing. There were hardly six lines. And they did not tell of how discovery had been made, nor why, nor when. They said nothing of death nor life no word of the Kelpie's Pool.
He swam to the edge of the pool, but before he should draw himself out stopped to look up at a willow above him, the one that he thought he might, in the mist, have taken for the kelpie's daughter. It was of a height that, seen at a little distance, might even a tall woman.
Kelpie's hoofs sank at every step, and when she reached the top, with wide spread struggling haunches, and "nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim," he had her in hand. She stood panting, yet pawing and dancing, and making the sand fly in all directions. Suddenly a woman with a child in her arms rose, as it seemed to Malcolm, under Kelpie's very head.
There was a mile of this glen, and now the going was worse and now it was better. Three-fourths of the way through they came to an opening in the rock, over which, from a shelf above, fell a curtain of brier. "See!" said Alexander, and, parting the stems, showed a veritable cavern. "Come in sit down! The Kelpie's Pool is out of the glen, but they say that there's a bogle wons here, too."
The prophecy at once rushed on Balderstone's mind, that the Lord of Ravenswood should perish on the Kelpie's flow, which lay half-way betwixt the Tower and the links, or sand knolls, to the northward of Wolf's Hope. He saw him according reach the fatal spot; but he never saw him pass further.
They leaned against the rock, and about them hung the sleeping trees. The crag was silvered, the stream ran with a deep under-sound. The air struck pure and cold. The large stars shone down through all the flooding radiance of the moon. The familiar place, the strange place, the old-new place.... At last Ian spoke, "Have you been to the Kelpie's Pool?" "Yes.
"Ah!" said Mother Binning. "There's a braw wrong-doer for you, sitting drinking Spanish wine!" "Say his name." "It's he that once, when you were a lad, you brought alive from the Kelpie's Pool." "Thank you, Mother! That's what I wanted. Scrying! Who gives to whom who gives back to whom? The underneath great I, I suppose. Left hand giving to right and no brand-new news!
The Kelpie's Pool, with the moor sae green and purple around it." She sat bent forward, her wrinkled hands in her lap, her eyes, rather wide, fixed upon the ash-tree. "We have not heard from the laird," said Strickland, "this long time." "The laird now there! What ye want further comes when the mind strains and then waits! I see in one ring the day and Glenfernie and yonder water.
So I lifted my feet from the sucking water and got away.... I do not know if it was the kelpie's daughter or the willow but if it was the willow it could look like a human or an unhuman body!" Ian gazed at the pool. He had many advantages over Alexander, he knew, but the latter had this curious daring. He did more things with himself and of himself than did he, Ian.
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