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The
fishers
say
that
his
people
had
wanted
to
keep
him
from
his
land
wife
,
and
they
had
fought
with
him
and
killed
him
.
His
wife
had
a
son
with
strange
,
velvet
eyes
like
his
father
’
s
,
and
she
couldn
’
t
keep
him
away
from
the
water
.
When
he
was
old
enough
to
swim
he
swam
out
one
day
,
because
he
thought
he
saw
some
seals
and
wanted
to
get
near
them
.
He
swam
out
too
far
,
perhaps
.
He
never
came
back
,
and
the
fishermen
said
his
father
’
s
people
had
taken
him
.
When
one
has
heard
stories
like
that
all
one
’
s
life
nothing
seems
very
strange
.
”
“
Nothing
really
IS
strange
,
”
said
Hector
MacNairn
.
“
Again
and
again
through
all
the
ages
we
have
been
told
the
secrets
of
the
gods
and
the
wonders
of
the
Law
,
and
we
have
revered
and
echoed
but
never
believed
.
When
we
believe
and
know
all
is
simple
we
shall
not
be
afraid
.
You
are
not
afraid
,
Ysobel
.
Tell
my
mother
you
are
not
.
”
I
turned
my
face
toward
her
again
in
the
darkness
.
I
felt
as
if
something
was
going
on
between
them
which
he
somehow
knew
I
could
help
them
in
.
It
was
as
though
he
were
calling
on
something
in
my
nature
which
I
did
not
myself
comprehend
,
but
which
his
profound
mind
saw
and
knew
was
stronger
than
I
was
.
Suddenly
I
felt
as
if
I
might
trust
to
him
and
to
It
,
and
that
,
without
being
troubled
or
anxious
,
I
would
just
say
the
first
thing
which
came
into
my
mind
,
because
it
would
be
put
there
for
me
by
some
power
which
could
dictate
to
me
.
I
never
felt
younger
or
less
clever
than
I
did
at
that
moment
;
I
was
only
Ysobel
Muircarrie
,
who
knew
almost
nothing
.
But
that
did
not
seem
to
matter
.
It
was
such
a
simple
,
almost
childish
thing
I
told
her
It
was
only
about
The
Dream
.
“
The
feeling
you
call
The
Fear
has
never
come
to
me
,
”
I
said
to
her
.
“
And
if
it
had
I
think
it
would
have
melted
away
because
of
a
dream
I
once
had
.
I
don
’
t
really
believe
it
was
a
dream
,
but
I
call
it
one
.
I
think
I
really
went
somewhere
and
came
back
.
I
often
wonder
why
I
came
back
.
It
was
only
a
short
dream
,
so
simple
that
there
is
scarcely
anything
to
tell
,
and
perhaps
it
will
not
convey
anything
to
you
.
But
it
has
been
part
of
my
life
—
that
time
when
I
was
Out
on
the
Hillside
.
That
is
what
I
call
The
Dream
to
myself
,
‘
Out
on
the
Hillside
,
’
as
if
it
were
a
kind
of
unearthly
poem
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
.
It
was
more
real
than
anything
I
have
ever
felt
.
It
was
real
—
real
!
I
wish
that
I
could
tell
it
so
that
you
would
know
how
real
it
was
.
”
I
felt
almost
piteous
in
my
longing
to
make
her
know
.
I
knew
she
was
afraid
of
something
,
and
if
I
could
make
her
know
how
REAL
that
one
brief
dream
had
been
she
would
not
be
afraid
any
more
.
And
I
loved
her
,
I
loved
her
so
much
!
“
I
was
asleep
one
night
at
Muircarrie
,
”
I
went
on
,
“
and
suddenly
,
without
any
preparatory
dreaming
,
I
was
standing
out
on
a
hillside
in
moonlight
softer
and
more
exquisite
than
I
had
ever
seen
or
known
before
.
Perhaps
I
was
still
in
my
nightgown
—
I
don
’
t
know
.
My
feet
were
bare
on
the
grass
,
and
I
wore
something
light
and
white
which
did
not
seem
to
touch
me
.
If
it
touched
me
I
did
not
feel
it
.
My
bare
feet
did
not
feel
the
grass
;
they
only
knew
it
was
beneath
them
.
“
It
was
a
low
hill
I
stood
on
,
and
I
was
only
on
the
side
of
it
.
And
in
spite
of
the
thrilling
beauty
of
the
moon
,
all
but
the
part
I
stood
on
melted
into
soft
,
beautiful
shadow
,
all
below
me
and
above
me
.
But
I
did
not
turn
to
look
at
or
ask
myself
about
anything
.
You
see
the
difficulty
is
that
there
are
no
earthly
words
to
tell
it
!
All
my
being
was
ecstasy
—
pure
,
light
ecstasy
!
Oh
,
what
poor
words
—
But
I
know
no
others
.
If
I
said
that
I
was
happy
—
HAPPY
!
—
it
would
be
nothing
.
I
WAS
happiness
itself
,
I
WAS
pure
rapture
!
I
did
not
look
at
the
beauty
of
the
night
,
the
sky
,
the
marvelous
melting
shadow
.
I
was
PART
of
it
all
,
one
with
it
.
Nothing
held
me
nothing
!
The
beauty
of
the
night
,
the
light
,
the
air
WERE
what
I
was
,
and
I
was
only
thrilling
ecstasy
and
wonder
at
the
rapture
of
it
.
”
