Tragic Romances: Re-issue of the Shorter Stories of Fiona Macleod; Rearranged, with Additional TalesSharp, William
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Tragic Romances: Re-issue of the Shorter Stories of Fiona Macleod; Rearranged, with Additional Tales
Sharp, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“For when they had gone to seek Murdoch that Hogmanay night, they came
upon him away from his sheep. But this was what they saw. There was a
black rock that stood out in the moonshine, with the water all about it;
and on this rock Murdoch lay naked, and laughing wild. An’ every now and
then he would lean forward and stretch his arms out, an’ call to his
dearie. An’ at last, just as the watchers, shiverin’ wi’ fear an’ awe,
were going to close in upon him, they saw a--a--thing--come out o’ the
water. It was long an’ dark, an’ Ian said its eyes were like clots o’
blood; but as to that no man can say yea or nay, for Ian himself admits
it was a seal.
“An’ this thing is true, _an ainm an Athar_! they saw the dark beast o’
the sea creep on to the rock beside Murdoch, an’ lie down beside him,
and let him clasp an’ kiss it. An’ then he stood up, and laughed till the
skin crept on those who heard, and cried out on his dearie and on a’ the
dumb things o’ the sea, an’ the Wave-Haunter an’ the Grey Shadow; an’
he raised his hands, an’ cursed the world o’ men, and cried out to God,
‘_Turn your face to your own airidh, O God, an’ may rain an’ storm an’
snow be between us!_’
“An’ wi’ that, Deirg, his collie, could bide no more, but loupit across
the water, and was on the rock beside him, wi’ his fell bristling like a
hedge-rat. For both the naked man an’ the wet, gleamin’ beast, a great
she-seal out o’ the north, turned upon Deirg, an’ he fought for his
life. But what could the puir thing do? The seal buried her fangs in his
shoulder at last, an’ pinned him to the ground. Then Murdoch stooped,
an’ dragged her off, an’ bent down an’ tore at the throat o’ Deirg wi’
his own teeth. Ay, God’s truth it is! An’ when the collie was stark, he
took him up by the hind legs an’ the tail, an’ swung him round an’ round
his head, an’ whirled him into the sea, where he fell black in a white
splatch o’ the moon.
“An’ wi’ that, Murdoch slipped, and reeled backward into the sea, his
hands gripping at the whirling stars. An’ the thing beside him louped
after him, an’ my father an’ Ian heard a cry an’ a cryin’ that made their
hearts sob. But when they got down to the rock they saw nothing, except
the floating body o’ Deirg.
“Sure it was a weary night for the old man, there on Bac-Mòr by himself,
with that awful thing that had happened. He stayed there to see and hear
what might be seen and heard. But nothing he heard--nothing saw. It was
afterwards that he heard how Donncha MacDonald was on Bac-Mòr three
days before this, and how Murdoch had told him he was in love wi’ a
_maighdeann-mhara_, a sea-maid.
“But this thing has to be known. It was a month later, on the night o’
the full moon, that Ian Finlay and Ian Macarthur and Sheumais Macallum
were upset in the calm water inside the Sound, just off Port-na-Frang,
and were nigh drowned, but that they called upon God and the Son, and so
escaped, and heard no more the laughter of Murdoch from the sea.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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