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“
I
was
only
going
to
say
that
she
was
fair
like
that
,
fairer
than
any
one
I
had
ever
seen
;
but
when
we
played
together
she
seemed
like
any
other
child
.
She
was
the
first
I
ever
knew
.
”
I
told
him
about
the
misty
day
on
the
moor
,
and
about
the
pale
troopers
and
the
big
,
lean
leader
who
carried
Elspeth
before
him
on
his
saddle
.
I
had
never
talked
to
any
one
about
it
before
,
not
even
to
Jean
Braidfute
.
But
he
seemed
to
be
so
interested
,
as
if
the
little
story
quite
fascinated
him
.
It
was
only
an
episode
,
but
it
brought
in
the
weirdness
of
the
moor
and
my
childish
fancies
about
the
things
hiding
in
the
white
mist
,
and
the
castle
frowning
on
its
rock
,
and
my
baby
face
pressed
against
the
nursery
window
in
the
tower
,
and
Angus
and
the
library
,
and
Jean
and
her
goodness
and
wise
ways
.
It
was
dreadful
to
talk
so
much
about
oneself
.
But
he
listened
so
.
His
eyes
never
left
my
face
—
they
watched
and
held
me
as
if
he
were
enthralled
.
Sometimes
he
asked
a
question
.
“
I
wonder
who
they
were
—
the
horsemen
?
”
he
pondered
.
“
Did
you
ever
ask
Wee
Elspeth
?
”
“
We
were
both
too
little
to
care
.
We
only
played
,
”
I
answered
him
.
“
And
they
came
and
went
so
quickly
that
they
were
only
a
sort
of
dream
.
”
“
They
seem
to
have
been
a
strange
lot
.
Wasn
’
t
Angus
curious
about
them
?
”
he
suggested
.
“
Angus
never
was
curious
about
anything
,
”
I
said
.
“
Perhaps
he
knew
something
about
them
and
would
not
tell
me
.
When
I
was
a
little
thing
I
always
knew
he
and
Jean
had
secrets
I
was
too
young
to
hear
.
They
hid
sad
and
ugly
things
from
me
,
or
things
that
might
frighten
a
child
.
They
were
very
good
.
”
“
Yes
,
they
were
good
,
”
he
said
,
thoughtfully
.
I
think
any
one
would
have
been
pleased
to
find
herself
talking
quietly
to
a
great
genius
—
as
quietly
as
if
he
were
quite
an
ordinary
person
;
but
to
me
the
experience
was
wonderful
.
I
had
thought
about
him
so
much
and
with
such
adoring
reverence
.
And
he
looked
at
me
as
if
he
truly
liked
me
,
even
as
if
I
were
something
new
—
a
sort
of
discovery
which
interested
him
.
I
dare
say
that
he
had
never
before
seen
a
girl
who
had
lived
so
much
alone
and
in
such
a
remote
and
wild
place
.
I
believe
Sir
Ian
and
his
wife
were
pleased
,
too
,
to
see
that
I
was
talking
.
They
were
glad
that
their
guests
should
see
that
I
was
intelligent
enough
to
hold
the
attention
even
of
a
clever
man
.
If
Hector
MacNairn
was
interested
in
me
I
could
not
be
as
silly
and
dull
as
I
looked
.
But
on
my
part
I
was
only
full
of
wonder
and
happiness
.
I
was
a
girl
,
and
he
had
been
my
only
hero
;
and
it
seemed
even
as
if
he
liked
me
and
cared
about
my
queer
life
.
