Part 7 (2/2)

”A pretty sang that would be to keep the corn from shaking in har'st,”

whispered the agriculturist to his sister; ”we must speak her fair, Baby--she will maybe part with the secret for a hundred pund Scots.”

”An hundred fules' heads!” replied Baby--”bid her five merks of ready siller. I never knew a witch in my life but she was as poor as Job.”

Norna turned towards them as if she had guessed their thoughts; it may be that she did so. She pa.s.sed them with a look of the most sovereign contempt, and walking to the table on which the preparations for Mrs.

Barbara's frugal meal were already disposed, she filled a small wooden quaigh from an earthen pitcher which contained bland, a subacid liquor made out of the serous part of the milk. She broke a single morsel from a barley-cake, and having eaten and drunk, returned towards the churlish hosts. ”I give you no thanks,” she said, ”for my refreshment, for you bid me not welcome to it; and thanks bestowed on a churl are like the dew of heaven on the cliffs of Foulah, where it finds nought that can be refreshed by its influences. I give you no thanks,” she said again, but drawing from her pocket a leathern purse that seemed large and heavy, she added, ”I pay you with what you will value more than the grat.i.tude of the whole inhabitants of Hialtland. Say not that Norna of Fitful-head hath eaten of your bread and drunk of your cup, and left you sorrowing for the charge to which she hath put your house.” So saying, she laid on the table a small piece of antique gold coin, bearing the rude and half-defaced effigies of some ancient northern king.

Triptolemus and his sister exclaimed against this liberality with vehemence; the first protesting that he kept no public, and the other exclaiming, ”Is the carline mad? Heard ye ever of ony of the gentle house of Clinkscale that gave meat for siller?”

”Or for love either?” muttered her brother; ”haud to that, t.i.ttie.”

”What are ye whittie-whattieing about, ye gowk?” said his gentle sister, who suspected the tenor of his murmurs; ”gie the ladie back her bonnie-die there, and be blithe to be sae rid on't--it will be a sclate-stane the morn, if not something worse.”

The honest factor lifted the money to return it, yet could not help being struck when he saw the impression, and his hand trembled as he handed it to his sister.

”Yes,” said the Pythoness again, as if she read the thoughts of the astonished pair, ”you have seen that coin before--beware how you use it!

It thrives not with the sordid or the mean-souled--it was won with honourable danger, and must be expended with honourable liberality. The treasure which lies under a cold hearth will one day, like the hidden talent, bear witness against its avaricious possessors.”

This last obscure intimation seemed to raise the alarm and the wonder of Mrs. Baby and her brother to the uttermost. The latter tried to stammer out something like an invitation to Norna to tarry with them all night, or at least to take share of the ”dinner,” so he at first called it; but looking at the company, and remembering the limited contents of the pot, he corrected the phrase, and hoped she would take some part of the ”snack, which would be on the table ere a man could loose a pleugh.”

”I eat not here--I sleep not here,” replied Norna--”nay, I relieve you not only of my own presence, but I will dismiss your unwelcome guests.--Mordaunt,” she added, addressing young Mertoun, ”the dark fit is past, and your father looks for you this evening.”

”Do you return in that direction?” said Mordaunt. ”I will but eat a morsel, and give you my aid, good mother, on the road. The brooks must be out, and the journey perilous.”

”Our roads lie different,” answered the Sibyl, ”and Norna needs not mortal arm to aid her on the way. I am summoned far to the east, by those who know well how to smooth my pa.s.sage.--For thee, Bryce Snailsfoot,” she continued, speaking to the pedlar, ”speed thee on to Sumburgh--the Roost will afford thee a gallant harvest, and worthy the gathering in. Much goodly ware will ere now be seeking a new owner, and the careful skipper will sleep still enough in the deep haaf, and care not that bale and chest are das.h.i.+ng against the sh.o.r.es.”

”Na, na, good mother,” answered Snailsfoot, ”I desire no man's life for my private advantage, and am just grateful for the blessing of Providence on my sma' trade. But doubtless one man's loss is another's gain; and as these storms destroy a' thing on land, it is but fair they suld send us something by sea. Sae, taking the freedom, like yoursell, mother, to borrow a lump of barley-bread, and a draught of bland, I will bid good-day, and thank you, to this good gentleman and lady, and e'en go on my way to Jarlshof, as you advise.”

”Ay,” replied the Pythoness, ”where the slaughter is, the eagles will be gathered; and where the wreck is on the sh.o.r.e, the jagger is as busy to purchase spoil as the shark to gorge upon the dead.”

This rebuke, if it was intended for such, seemed above the comprehension of the travelling merchant, who, bent upon gain, a.s.sumed the knapsack and ellwand, and asked Mordaunt, with the familiarity permitted in a wild country, whether he would not take company along with him?

”I wait to eat some dinner with Mr. Yellowley and Mrs. Baby,” answered the youth, ”and will set forward in half an hour.”

”Then I'll just take my piece in my hand,” said the pedlar. Accordingly he muttered a benediction, and, without more ceremony, helped himself to what, in Mrs. Baby's covetous eyes, appeared to be two-thirds of the bread, took a long pull at the jug of bland, seized on a handful of the small fish called sillocks, which the domestic was just placing on the board, and left the room without farther ceremony.

”My certie,” said the despoiled Mrs. Baby, ”there is the chapman's drouth[27] and his hunger baith, as folk say! If the laws against vagrants be executed this gate--It's no that I wad shut the door against decent folk,” she said, looking to Mordaunt, ”more especially in such judgment-weather. But I see the goose is dished, poor thing.”

This she spoke in a tone of affection for the smoked goose, which, though it had long been an inanimate inhabitant of her chimney, was far more interesting to Mrs. Baby in that state, than when it screamed amongst the clouds. Mordaunt laughed and took his seat, then turned to look for Norna; but she had glided from the apartment during the discussion with the pedlar.

”I am glad she is gane, the dour carline,” said Mrs. Baby, ”though she has left that piece of gowd to be an everlasting shame to us.”

”Whisht, mistress, for the love of heaven!” said Tronda Dronsdaughter; ”wha kens where she may be this moment?--we are no sure but she may hear us, though we cannot see her.”

Mistress Baby cast a startled eye around, and instantly recovering herself, for she was naturally courageous as well as violent, said, ”I bade her aroint before, and I bid her aroint again, whether she sees me or hears me, or whether she's ower the cairn and awa.--And you, ye silly sumph,” she said to poor Yellowley, ”what do ye stand glowering there for?--_You_ a Saunt Andrew's student!--_you_ studied lair and Latin humanities, as ye ca' them, and daunted wi' the clavers of an auld randie wife! Say your best college grace, man, and witch, or nae witch, we'll eat our dinner, and defy her. And for the value of the gowden piece, it shall never be said I pouched her siller. I will gie it to some poor body--that is, I will test[28] upon it at my death, and keep it for a purse-penny till that day comes, and that's no using it in the way of spending siller. Say your best college grace, man, and let us eat and drink in the meantime.”

”Ye had muckle better say an _oraamus_ to Saint Ronald, and fling a saxpence ower your left shouther, master,” said Tronda.[29]

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