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
"I am sure if you were there, I never saw you before," said the second
speaker; "But I dinna ken what I am saying; for the truth is I dinna
comprehend this."
With that they again gazed at each other, and looked over their
shoulders, as if they would not have cared to have fled from one
another's presence.
With every pair the scene was much the same. Tam was so much astonished
that he turned to his second self, cowered down, leaning his hands upon
his knees, and made a staunch point at him. The other took precisely the
same posture, so that their long noses almost met. The maid, the poet,
and the boy screamed with laughter. Both of the Tams laughed too, so
that they very much resembled an ideot looking at himself in a glass.
"Friend, I canna say but ye're very like me," said Gibbie to his
partner; "But, though nane o' us be great beauties, ye look rather the
warst o' the twae."
"It brings me a-mind o' a story I hae heard my mother tell," said the
other, "of a lady and her twa Blackamores"--
"What the deil man!" exclaimed the first; "Did your mother tell that
story too?"
"Ay; wha else but she tauld it? I say my mother, auld Effy Blakely of
the Peatstacknowe."
"Eh?--She your mother? It is gayan queer if we be baith ane after a'!
for I never had a billy."
The two Gibbies then both began to tell stories, which each claimed as
originally his, so that the perplexity still increased. Nor was it
better when the parties began to mix and address each other. All spoke
of themselves as the right and proper persons, and of the others as
beings in their likenesses, and the most complete uncertainty prevailed.
But, just as the novelty and interest of the drama began to subside,
Michael, by a wave of his hand annihilated the three additional
personages, and all remained as it was before the grand exhibition
commenced, save that our group had got a new topic of conversation and
merriment.
"Primate of Douay, so celebrated for thy mighty enchantments, how
thinkest thou of this?" said the Master.
"That thou hast done what no man could have done beside," said the
friar; "and that thy power even surpasseth that of the magicians of
Egypt, and of those of the countries in the lands of the east. But in
one thing my power is even as thy power. Dost thou know that I could
have prevented thy charm, and put a period to thy enchantment at my will
and pleasure?"
"It is not the power of prevention that we are trying," said the Master.
"Suffer my servants to do their work, as I shall suffer thine, and we
shall then see who are most punctually obeyed, and who shall perform the
greatest works. Only, if I prevail in all things, you will surely have
the generosity to acknowledge that my master is greater than thine?"
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