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He called her the laughing girl and thought her the kindest of them all. But they were all his friends at this time. Andrew King, like young Tamlane, might have sojourned with them for ever and a day, but for one thing. He saw by chance a seventh maiden a white-faced, woe-begone, horror-struck Seventh Sister, blenched and frozen under a great beech.
If such trout exist in Borlan, it is hard to explain the presence of the innumerable fry. One would expect the giants of the deep to keep down their population. Not far off is another small lake, Loch Awe, which has invisible advantages over Loch Borlan, yet there the trout are, or were, "fat and fair of flesh," like Tamlane in the ballad.
Then over the tall, strong knight Janet threw her green mantle, and the power of the fairies over the young Tamlane was for ever gone. Their spell was broken. Now, the Queen of the Fairies had hidden herself in a bush of broom to see what would happen. And when she saw her favourite knight change into his own true mortal shape, she was very cross, very cross indeed.
'But many a knight will ride amid the fairy train. How shall I know you, my little wee man? cried Janet. 'Neither among the first nor among the second company shall ye seek for me, said young Tamlane. 'Only when ye see the third draw nigh give heed, Janet, for among them ye will find me. 'Not on the black horse, nor yet on the brown horse, shall I ride. Let them pass, and keep ye quiet.
Over the moors they rode, and the cold north wind blew upon the young Tamlane until he grew cold and stiff. Then the reins they fell from his hands and down from his horse slipped Tamlane, and laid himself down to rest, so weary, so cold was he. But no sooner had he lain down on the bare earth than he closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.
Nor will I ever ask leave of you as I come to and fro across the plain of Carterhaugh. Ye shall know that the moor belongs to me, me! and Janet stamped her foot. 'My father made it all my own. But the young Tamlane took the white hand of the lady Janet in his own, and so gentle were his words, so kind his ways, that soon the maiden had no wish to leave the little wee man.
And Janet put out her hand and plucked a red red rose, but ere she had plucked another, close beside her stood the young Tamlane. 'Why do ye pluck my roses? asked the little elf man. But Janet had not come to talk about the roses, and she paid no heed to his question. 'Tell me, Tamlane, said the lady Janet, 'tell me, have ye always been a little elfin man?
'Ere I was carried off to Fairyland, Janet, said young Tamlane, 'we played as boy and girl in the old castle grounds, and well we loved each other as we played together in those merry merry days of long ago. Ye do not forget, Janet? Then back into the lady Janet's mind stole the memory of her childhood's merry days, and of the little lad who had shared her toys and played her games.
And as young Tamlane changed into a blazing fagot the little folk thought they had got their will. For now the lady Janet threw him from her, far into the clear, cold well. But the little angry imps were soon shrieking in dismay. No sooner was the fagot in the well than the little elfin knight was restored to his own true mortal form.
And no sooner had he fallen fast asleep than the Queen of the Fairies came and carried Tamlane off to Fairyland. For long years Tamlane dwelt among the little green folk, yet ofttimes he would come back to visit the land of his birth. Now many were the hills and dells haunted by the fairy folk.
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