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“
It
was
as
if
to
a
sound
—
far
,
far
away
at
first
.
But
cold
and
white
as
stone
she
lay
content
,
and
listened
.
In
the
next
hour
the
far
-
off
sound
had
drawn
nearer
,
and
it
had
become
something
else
—
something
she
saw
—
something
which
saw
her
.
First
her
young
marble
face
had
peace
in
it
;
then
it
had
joy
.
She
waited
in
her
young
stone
body
until
you
were
born
and
she
could
break
forth
.
She
waited
no
longer
then
.
“
Ysobel
,
my
bairn
,
what
I
knew
was
that
he
had
not
gone
far
from
the
body
that
had
held
him
when
he
fell
.
Perhaps
he
had
felt
lost
for
a
bit
when
he
found
himself
out
of
it
.
But
soon
he
had
begun
to
call
to
her
that
was
like
his
own
heart
to
him
.
And
she
had
heard
.
And
then
,
being
half
away
from
earth
herself
,
she
had
seen
him
and
known
he
was
waiting
,
and
that
he
would
not
leave
for
any
far
place
without
her
.
She
was
so
still
that
the
big
doctors
thought
more
than
once
she
had
passed
.
But
I
knew
better
.
”
It
was
long
before
I
was
old
enough
to
be
told
anything
like
this
that
I
began
to
feel
that
the
moor
was
in
secret
my
companion
and
friend
,
that
it
was
not
only
the
moor
to
me
,
but
something
else
.
It
was
like
a
thing
alive
—
a
huge
giant
lying
spread
out
in
the
sun
warming
itself
,
or
covering
itself
with
thick
,
white
mist
which
sometimes
writhed
and
twisted
itself
into
wraiths
.
First
I
noticed
and
liked
it
some
day
,
perhaps
,
when
it
was
purple
and
yellow
with
gorse
and
heather
and
broom
,
and
the
honey
scents
drew
bees
and
butterflies
and
birds
.
But
soon
I
saw
and
was
drawn
by
another
thing
.
How
young
was
I
that
afternoon
when
I
sat
in
the
deep
window
and
watched
the
low
,
soft
whiteness
creeping
out
and
hovering
over
the
heather
as
if
the
moor
had
breathed
it
?
I
do
not
remember
.
It
was
such
a
low
little
mist
at
first
;
and
it
crept
and
crept
until
its
creeping
grew
into
something
heavier
and
whiter
,
and
it
began
to
hide
the
heather
and
the
gorse
and
broom
,
and
then
the
low
young
fir
-
trees
.
It
mounted
and
mounted
,
and
sometimes
a
breath
of
wind
twisted
it
into
weird
shapes
,
almost
like
human
creatures
.
It
opened
and
closed
again
,
and
then
it
dragged
and
crept
and
grew
thicker
.
And
as
I
pressed
my
face
against
the
window
-
pane
,
it
mounted
still
higher
and
got
hold
of
the
moor
and
hid
it
,
hanging
heavy
and
white
and
waiting
.
That
was
what
came
into
my
child
mind
:
that
it
had
done
what
the
moor
had
told
it
to
do
;
had
hidden
things
which
wanted
to
be
hidden
,
and
then
it
waited
.
Strangers
say
that
Muircarrie
moor
is
the
most
beautiful
and
the
most
desolate
place
in
the
world
,
but
it
never
seemed
desolate
to
me
.
From
my
first
memory
of
it
I
had
a
vague
,
half
-
comforted
feeling
that
there
was
some
strange
life
on
it
one
could
not
exactly
see
,
but
was
always
conscious
of
.
I
know
now
why
I
felt
this
,
but
I
did
not
know
then
.
If
I
had
been
older
when
I
first
began
to
see
what
I
did
see
there
,
I
should
no
doubt
have
read
things
in
books
which
would
have
given
rise
in
my
mind
to
doubts
and
wonders
;
but
I
was
only
a
little
child
who
had
lived
a
life
quite
apart
from
the
rest
of
the
world
.
I
was
too
silent
by
nature
to
talk
and
ask
questions
,
even
if
I
had
had
others
to
talk
to
I
had
only
Jean
and
Angus
,
and
,
as
I
found
out
years
later
,
they
knew
what
I
did
not
,
and
would
have
put
me
off
with
adroit
explanations
if
I
had
been
curious
.
But
I
was
not
curious
.
I
accepted
everything
as
it
came
and
went
.
I
only
six
when
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
was
brought
to
me
.
Jean
and
Angus
were
as
fond
of
each
other
in
their
silent
way
as
they
were
of
me
,
and
they
often
went
together
with
me
when
I
was
taken
out
for
my
walks
.
I
was
kept
in
the
open
air
a
great
deal
,
and
Angus
would
walk
by
the
side
of
my
small
,
shaggy
Shetland
pony
and
lead
him
over
rough
or
steep
places
.
Sheltie
,
the
pony
,
was
meant
for
use
when
we
wished
to
fare
farther
than
a
child
could
walk
;
but
I
was
trained
to
sturdy
marching
and
climbing
even
from
my
babyhood
.
Because
I
so
loved
the
moor
,
we
nearly
always
rambled
there
.
Often
we
set
out
early
in
the
morning
,
and
some
simple
food
was
carried
,
so
that
we
need
not
return
to
the
castle
until
we
chose
.
I
would
ride
Sheltie
and
walk
by
turns
until
we
found
a
place
I
liked
;
then
Jean
and
Angus
would
sit
down
among
the
heather
,
Sheltie
would
be
secured
,
and
I
would
wander
about
and
play
in
my
own
way
.
I
do
not
think
it
was
in
a
strange
way
.
I
think
I
must
have
played
as
almost
any
lonely
little
girl
might
have
played
.
I
used
to
find
a
corner
among
the
bushes
and
pretend
it
was
my
house
and
that
I
had
little
friends
who
came
to
play
with
me
.
I
only
remember
one
thing
which
was
not
like
the
ordinary
playing
of
children
.
It
was
a
habit
I
had
of
sitting
quite
still
a
long
time
and
listening
.
That
was
what
I
called
it
—
“
listening
.
”
I
was
listening
to
hear
if
the
life
on
the
moor
made
any
sound
I
could
understand
.
I
felt
as
if
it
might
,
if
I
were
very
still
and
listened
long
enough
.
Angus
and
Jean
and
I
were
not
afraid
of
rain
and
mist
and
change
of
weather
.
If
we
had
been
we
could
have
had
little
outdoor
life
.
