The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 2 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
Well, up I went the next night to sleep in a bed that stood side by
side, or rather end by end, with that of Kell. Oh I was so terrified for
her, or for having any communication with her, that I would not speak a
word even when she spoke to me, but covered myself over the head with
the bed-clothes, and lay puffing till I was like to choak for want of
breath. I did not sleep well at all. I could not sleep, for she was
always yawning, and then saying, "Heigh-ho!" and then hushing the child
to sleep. The next night I ventured to lye with my head out from beneath
the clothes, unless when she spoke, which alarmed me exceedingly; and so
I did the next night again, behaving myself with great magnanimity. At
length I came to that pass, that when she spake to me I did not creep
down beneath the bed-clothes, but only made a great bustle and flinging
as if I _had been_ hiding myself. This practice of deception I continued
for several nights, always making more and more pouncing and scraping
every time she addressed me. She laughed at me, and seemed highly
amused, which made me still the worse. At length she said one night,
"Pray do not creep through the house for fright; what makes you so
afraid of me? what ill do you think I will do to you? Heigh-ho, Nosey! I
wish the bogle may not come to-night. I am afraid it will come, for I
thought I heard it. Look that it do not rise at the back of your bed,
for that is a very dangerous place. If it come, Nosey, I must either
come in beside you, or you must come in beside me."--"Tutts!" said I,
and that was my first word of courting; the first syllable that I spoke
to Kell in that luckless loft. I said, "Tutts!"
I suspected no evil intention on the part of my kind and indulgent
master, and far less on that of Kell; indeed, how could I suspect
either? One day he said to me in the fields, "I do not know what to do
about you and that wench Kell: for both your sakes I believe I must
separate you. She is fallen in love with you, quite over head and ears,
and has been complaining to our dame of your unkindness to her. We have
a great regard for the girl, and cannot part with her,--but, out of
respect for you both, you must be separated. I will, however, trust you
together until next week; and if she do not complain any more, you may
remain where you are; but I suppose I will be obliged to part with you
then, though against my will."
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