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There
was
also
one
brief
query
from
Angus
.
“
Did
she
talk
to
you
,
bairnie
?
”
he
said
.
I
hesitated
and
stared
at
him
quite
a
long
time
.
Then
I
shook
my
head
and
answered
,
slowly
,
“
N
-
no
.
”
Because
I
realized
then
,
for
the
first
time
,
that
we
had
said
no
words
at
all
.
But
I
had
known
what
she
wanted
me
to
understand
,
and
she
had
known
what
I
might
have
said
to
her
if
I
had
spoken
—
and
no
words
were
needed
.
And
it
was
better
.
They
took
me
home
to
the
castle
,
and
I
was
given
my
supper
and
put
to
bed
.
Jean
sat
by
me
until
I
fell
asleep
;
she
was
obliged
to
sit
rather
a
long
time
,
because
I
was
so
happy
with
my
memories
of
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
and
the
certainty
that
she
would
come
again
.
It
was
not
Jean
’
s
words
which
had
made
me
sure
.
I
knew
.
She
came
many
times
.
Through
all
my
childish
years
I
knew
that
she
would
come
and
play
with
me
every
few
days
—
though
I
never
saw
the
wild
troopers
again
or
the
big
,
lean
man
with
the
scar
.
Children
who
play
together
are
not
very
curious
about
one
another
,
and
I
simply
accepted
her
with
delight
.
Somehow
I
knew
that
she
lived
happily
in
a
place
not
far
away
.
She
could
come
and
go
,
it
seemed
,
without
trouble
.
Sometimes
I
found
her
—
or
she
found
me
upon
the
moor
;
and
often
she
appeared
in
my
nursery
in
the
castle
.
When
we
were
together
Jean
Braidfute
seemed
to
prefer
that
we
should
be
alone
,
and
was
inclined
to
keep
the
under
-
nurse
occupied
in
other
parts
of
the
wing
I
lived
in
.
I
never
asked
her
to
do
this
,
but
I
was
glad
that
it
was
done
.
Wee
Elspeth
was
glad
,
too
.
After
our
first
meeting
she
was
dressed
in
soft
blue
or
white
,
and
the
red
stain
was
gone
;
but
she
was
always
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
with
the
doelike
eyes
and
the
fair
,
transparent
face
,
the
very
fair
little
face
As
I
had
noticed
the
strange
,
clear
pallor
of
the
rough
troopers
,
so
I
noticed
that
she
was
curiously
fair
.
And
as
I
occasionally
saw
other
persons
with
the
same
sort
of
fairness
,
I
thought
it
was
a
purity
of
complexion
special
to
some
,
but
not
to
all
.
I
was
not
fair
like
that
,
and
neither
was
any
one
else
I
knew
.
It
was
when
I
was
ten
years
old
that
Wee
Elspeth
ceased
coming
to
me
,
and
though
I
missed
her
at
first
,
it
was
not
with
a
sense
of
grief
or
final
loss
.
She
had
only
gone
somewhere
.
It
was
then
that
Angus
Macayre
began
to
be
my
tutor
.
He
had
been
a
profound
student
and
had
lived
among
books
all
his
life
.
He
had
helped
Jean
in
her
training
of
me
,
and
I
had
learned
more
than
is
usually
taught
to
children
in
their
early
years
.
When
a
grand
governess
was
sent
to
Muircarrie
by
my
guardian
,
she
was
amazed
at
the
things
I
was
familiar
with
,
but
she
abhorred
the
dark
,
frowning
castle
and
the
loneliness
of
the
place
and
would
not
stay
.
In
fact
,
no
governess
would
stay
,
and
so
Angus
became
my
tutor
and
taught
me
old
Gaelic
and
Latin
and
Greek
,
and
we
read
together
and
studied
the
ancient
books
in
the
library
.
It
was
a
strange
education
for
a
girl
,
and
no
doubt
made
me
more
than
ever
unlike
others
.
But
my
life
was
the
life
I
loved
.
