Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 2 of 3)Black, William
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Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 2 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Very well. But as I was saying, the master he sate close to the fire
in the great hall; and the young man he remained some distance away, by
one of the windows; and there was no speaking between them. So one hour
after another hour went by; and there was nothing happening; and it was
not until the dead of the night, or towards the morning, that the young
man noticed that his master had fallen asleep. He did not like that, I
can tell you, Calum; for if you are left alone, the evil beings may
appear and come upon you; and there is no question about it. Very well.
The young man he thought he would go over to the fire and waken his
master; but what do you think of this now, Calum, that when he tried to
rise from his seat he could not do that—something was holding him
back—he tried seven times over and seven times more, as I have heard,
for he was trembling with the fear of being held. And then—what do you
think of this, Calum?—and it is the truth I am telling you—he saw what
few men have ever seen, and what few would ever wish to see: the
folding-doors at the end of the hall were opened wide; and there were
two footmen bringing in lights; and then there was a procession of
ladies and gentlemen all dressed in a way that was strange to him; and
they came into the hall so that you could not hear a sound. They took
no notice of him or his master; and he could see everything they were
doing, for all that his eyes were starting out of his head with fright;
and I tell you he was so terrified he could not cry out to wake his
master. But he was watching—oh, yes, he was watching with all his eyes,
you may be sure of that; and he saw the footmen bring forward the
tables; and those people in the strange clothes sate down and began to
play at cards; and they were talking to each other—but never any sound
of their talking. He could see their lips moving; but there was no
sound. What do you think of that now, Calum?—was it not a dreadful
thing for a young man to see?—even if they were not doing him any harm,
or even knowing he was there? There’s many a one would have sprung up
and shrieked out; but as I tell you, there was no strength in his bones
and he could not move; and his master was fast asleep; and all those
people—the gentlemen with their small swords by their side, and the
ladies in their silks—they were playing away at the cards, and talking
to each other across the table, and not a sound to be heard. He watched
and watched—aw, God, I suppose he was more dead than alive with
trembling, and not being able to call on his master—until the windows
began to grow grey with the morning light; and then he saw that the
people were sometimes looking at the windows, and sometimes at each
other, and they were talking less. Then they rose; and he could not see
the candles any more because of the light in the hall; and they were
going away in that noiseless manner, when one of them happened to spy
the young man; and he came along and looked at him.
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