Oona kneeled, and bade the dwarf do likewise. Then she told him that his evil might be because of a _rosad_ upon him, the spell of the Cailliach: and that she knew a _sian_ might ease him. With closed eyes and clasped hands she repeated slowly: "_An ainm an Athar, a Mhic, 'S an Spioraid Naoimh! Paidir a h'aon, Paidir a dha, Paidir a tri, Paidir a ceithir, Paidir a coig, Paidir a sea, Paidir a seachd; 'S neart nan seachd padirean a' sgaoileadh do Gholair air na clachan glas ud thall!_" "_In the name of the Father, The Son, And the Holy Ghost: By one prayer, By two prayers, By three prayers, By four prayers, By five prayers, By six prayers, By seven prayers; And may the strength of the seven prayers Cast out the ill that is in you Upon the grey stones over there!_"[8] [8] _Paidir_ is literally a _Pater_: _i. e._, a _Paternoster_, "Our Father." Long and earnestly she watched to see if the incantation would effect the miracle. Nial trembled, with downcast eyes. "Perhaps there is no evil in you, Nial," she whispered; "so now I will pray to Himself for you, and you repeat what I say, and shut your eyes and clasp your hands just as I do." The soulless man and the child knelt side by side among the fern. The light lay all about them as a benediction. The rising wind, with a wet sough in it, came along the pines like an intoning anthem. Around them the bee hummed unwitting; in a tree beyond them a cushat crooned and crooned. Oona's voice came low and sweet as the hidden dove's: "_O Father, That is the Father of the father of Sorcha and me, I pray that you will give Nial a soul._" Silence. Then a hoarse, sobbing voice: "I pray that you will give Nial a soul!" Then Oona again: and, again, Nial: "_I pray that Nial may find his soul soon!_" "I pray that Nial may find his soul soon!" "_I pray that it will be a good soul!_" "I pray that it will be a good soul!" "_I pray that it may have yellow hair and blue eyes!_" "I pray that it may have yellow hair and blue eyes!" "_I pray that father and Sorcha and Alan and Murdo, And that Donn and Fionn, the collies, and the kye, And the sheep, and--and--everything-- Will love Nial!_" "That everything will love Nial!" "_And that Nial will go to Heaven too!_" "And that Nial will go to Heaven too!" "_And this is the prayer of Oona, The daughter of Torcall Cameron Who lives at Màm-Gorm on Iolair, An ainm an Athar, a Mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh!_" "An ainm an Athar, a Mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh!" Oona opened her eyes, looked earnestly at Nial, leant forward and kissed him. "Now, Nial, rise, and turn sunways, and cry _Deasìul_." The dwarf did as she bade; then, with a happy laugh, she slipped her hand in his. "Let us go back now. The rain is coming." And so, as the glooms of storm came rapidly over the mountain, the two moved, silent and happy, through the sighing glades of the forest.