But on a night when September was well in, and the sky was moonless and
overcast, somewhat before midnight the dame came and hung over
Birdalone as she lay abed, and watched to see if she waked; forsooth
the witch’s coming had waked her; but even so she was wary, and lay
still, nor changed her breathing. So the witch turned away, but even
therewith Birdalone made a shift to get a glimpse of her, and this she
saw thereby, that the semblance of her was changed, and that she bore
the self-same skin wherewith she had come to Utterhay, and which she
had worn twice or thrice afterwards when she had an errand thither.
The witch now glided swiftly to the door, and out into the night.
Birdalone lay still a little, lest she should fall into a trap, and
then arose very quietly and did on her smock, which lay ever under her
pillow with the ring sewn thereto again, and so went out adoors also,
and deemed she saw the witch some way on ahead; but it was nothing for
her light feet to overtake her. So she stayed to take the ring from her
smock, and set it on her finger; then in a low voice she said:
To left and right,
Before, behind,
Of me be sight
As of the wind!
Then boldly she sped on, and was soon close on the heels of the witch,
who made her way to the edge of the lake, and then turned east, and
went even as Birdalone had gone when she came across the Sending Boat.
So fared the witch-wife straight to the creek-side, and Birdalone must
needs stick close to her, or she had known nought, so black was the
night amongst the alder-boughs. But the witch-wife fumbled about a
while when she was stayed by the creek, and presently drew somewhat
from under her cloak, and the maiden saw that she was about striking
flint upon steel, and quaked somewhat, lest her charm had played her
false. Presently the tinder quickened, and the dame had lighted a
lantern, which she held up, peering all about; and full she looked on
the place whereas was Birdalone, and made no show of seeing her, though
well-nigh the maiden looked for it to see her drop the lantern and
spring on her.
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