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The exiled family then set forward, Mary Avenel, a lovely girl between five and six years old, riding gipsy fashion upon Shagram, betwixt two bundles of bedding; the Lady of Avenel walking by the animal's side; Tibb leading the bridle, and old Martin walking a little before, looking anxiously around him to explore the way.
I call on all who hear me to bear witness to the words this ruffian has spoken. Remember how the Lord James drowned such as you by scores in the black pool at Jeddart.-To him and to the Primate will I complain." The soldier shifted the position of his lance, and brought it down to a level with the monk's body. Dame Glendinning began to shriek for assistance. "Tibb Tacket! Martin! where be ye all?
Here was a golden opportunity for Friskarina! She ran behind the bushes, where Tibb was munching her bone with all her might; and telling her to eat all that was left upon the dish, sat by, watching her with the utmost satisfaction in her countenance, though she certainly had not had a very capital dinner herself. Poor little Tibb! She looked as if she hardly knew how to eat, for sheer joy!
That put her in mind of her new friend; and she reflected, with great satisfaction, that poor Tibb certainly was not nearly so hungry that night as she had been before: and then she began to wonder where the princess could have been going to, and whether she would see the poor old woman at the cottage: and Friskarina thought what a fine thing it must be to be a princess, and to be able to help people who were in distress.
"But what saw she in the bog, then," said Dame Glendinning, "forby moor-cocks and heather-blutters?" "The wean saw something like a white leddy that weised us the gate," said Tibb; "when we were like to hae perished in the moss-hags certain it was that Shagram reisted, and I ken Martin thinks he saw something." "And what might the white leddy be?" said Elspeth; "have ye ony guess o' that?"
"And ye think it was her father, then?" said Elspeth Glendinning. "What else can I think?" said Tibb. "It may hae been something waur, in his likeness," said Dame Glendinning.
"That may weel be," said Tibb; "for on Hallowe'en she was born, as I tell ye, and our auld parish priest wad fain hae had the night ower, and All-Hallow day begun. But for a' that, the sweet bairn is just like ither bairns, as ye may see yourself; and except this blessed night, and ance before when we were in that weary bog on the road here, I kenna that it saw mair than ither folk."
He was a fool, and should have followed my advice and run away. 'Tibb, I said, 'you'll be skinned. Bear it, but run away. Here's a guinea. Run! He was afraid that Gnawbit would catch him; and where is he now? Skinned, and drowned into the bargain. Don't you be a Fool. You Run while there's some skin left. Gnawbit's sworn to have it all, if you don't.
This distinction sometimes occasioned a slight degree of difference between Dame Elspeth and Tibb; the former being jealous of her own consequence, and the latter apt to lay too much stress upon the rank and family of her mistress. But both were alike desirous to conceal such petty squabbles from the lady, her hostess scarce yielding to her old domestic in respect for her person.
"It has been ane of her weary ghaists," said Dame Glendinning. "It's just a trembling on her spirits, as her blessed mother used to have," said Tibb. "It's some ill news has come ower her," said the miller's maiden; while burnt feathers, cold water, and all the usual means of restoring suspended animation, were employed alternately, and with little effect.
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