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Updated: May 15, 2025
"You are no longer that wild girl who used to run out to sea in the Maighdean-mhara whenever there was the excitement of a storm coming on." "Many times," she said slowly and wistfully, "I will wish that I could be that again for a little while." "Don't you enjoy, then, all those fine gatherings you go to?" "I try to like them." "And you don't succeed?"
And now he had come to tell Sheila that the piper was bringing down luncheon from Mackenzie's house, and that after they had eaten and drunk on the white beach they would put out the Maighdean-mhara once more to sea, and sail over to Mevaig, that the stranger might see the wondrous sands of the Bay of Uig.
And what was this moving object down there by the shore where the Maighdean-mhara lay at anchor? Both the young men at once recognized the glimmer of the small white feather and the tightly-fitting blue dress of the sea-princess. "Why, there is Sheila!" cried Ingram. "What in all the world is she about at such an hour?"
You shall not go out in the Maighdean-mhara without taking some one with you besides Mairi. You shall never, if you are away from home, go within fifty yards of the sea, so long as there is snow on the rocks." "But that is so very many things already: is it not enough?" said Sheila. "You will faithfully remember and observe these rules?" "I will."
He began to take a great interest, too, in the local administration of the island: he examined the window-fastenings of Mackenzie's house and saw that they would be useful in the winter, and expressed to Sheila's father his confidential opinion that the girl should not be allowed to go out in the Maighdean-mhara without Duncan.
By this time they had run the Maighdean-mhara the "Sea Maiden" into a creek, and were climbing up the steep beach of shingle that had been worn smooth by the unquiet waters of the Atlantic. "And will you want to speak to me, Ailasa?" said Sheila, turning to a small girl who had approached her somewhat diffidently.
"That teffle of a piper John!" growled Mackenzie under his breath; and so the Maighdean-mhara lightly sped on her way, opening out the various headlands of the islands, until at last she got into the narrows by Eilean-Aird-Meinish, and ran up the long arm of the sea to Mevaig. They landed and went up the rocks.
The King of Borva was down by the shore, seated on a stool, and engaged in the idyllic operation of painting a boat which had been hauled up on the sand. It was the Maighdean-mhara. He would let no one else on the island touch Sheila's boat.
"It is a good afternoon you will be getting to see Borva again," her father said to her; but all the answer she made was to ask her father not to stop at Garrana-hina, but to drive straight on to Callernish. She would visit the people at Garra-na-hina some other day. The boat was waiting for them at Callernish, and the boat was the Maighdean-mhara. "How pretty she is!
"I can take you all round in the boat, certainly," said the girl with a quick blush of pleasure; and forthwith a message was sent to Duncan that cushions should be taken down to the Maighdean-mhara, the little vessel of which Sheila was both skipper and pilot.
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