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of the ravaged forest, And the groan of the overwhelmed crowds,

       When the church hath fallen in the moment of prayer,

       There are sounds which thou also must list,

       When they are chanted by the voice of the Reimkennar.

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      “Enough of woe hast thou wrought on the ocean,

       The widows wring their hands on the beach;

       Enough of woe hast thou wrought on the land,

       The husbandman folds his arms in despair;

       Cease thou the waving of thy pinions,

       Let the ocean repose in her dark strength;

       Cease thou the flashing of thine eye.

       Let the thunderbolt sleep in the armoury of Odin;

       Be thou still at my bidding, viewless racer of the north-western heaven.

       Sleep thou at the voice of Norna the Reimkennar!”

      We have said that Mordaunt was naturally fond of romantic poetry and romantic situation; it is not therefore surprising that he listened with interest to the wild address thus uttered to the wildest wind of the compass, in a tone of such dauntless enthusiasm. But though he had heard so much of the Runic rhyme and of the northern spell, in the country where he had so long dwelt, he was not on this occasion so credulous as to believe that the tempest, which had raged so lately, and which was now beginning to decline, was subdued before the charmed verse of Norna. Certain it was, that the blast seemed passing away, and the apprehended danger was already over; but it was not improbable that this issue had been for some time foreseen by the Pythoness, through signs of the weather imperceptible to those who had not dwelt long in the country, or had not bestowed on the meteorological phenomena the attention of a strict and close observer. Of Norna’s experience he had no doubt, and that went a far way to explain what seemed supernatural in her demeanour. Yet still the noble countenance, half-shaded by dishevelled tresses, the air of majesty with which, in a tone of menace as well as of command, she addressed the viewless spirit of the tempest, gave him a strong inclination to believe in the ascendency of the occult arts over the powers of nature; for, if a woman ever moved on earth to whom such authority over the ordinary laws of the universe could belong, Norna of Fitful Head, judging from bearing, figure, and face, was born to that high destiny.

      The rest of the company were less slow in receiving conviction. To Tronda and the jagger none was necessary; they had long believed in the full extent of Norna’s authority over the elements. But Triptolemus and his sister gazed at each other with wondering and alarmed looks, especially when the wind began perceptibly to decline, as was remarkably visible during the pauses which Norna made betwixt the strophes of her incantation. A long silence followed the last verse, until Norna resumed her chant, but with a changed and more soothing modulation of voice and tune.

      “Eagle of the far north-western waters,

       Thou hast heard the voice of the Reimkennar,

       Thou hast closed thy wide sails at her bidding,

       And folded them in peace by thy side.

       My blessing be on thy retiring path!

       When thou stoopest from thy place on high,

       Soft be thy slumbers in the caverns of the unknown ocean,

       Rest till destiny shall again awaken thee;

       Eagle of the northwest, thou hast heard the voice of the

       Reimkennar!”

       “A pretty sang that would be to keep the corn from shaking in har’st,” whispered the agriculturist to his sister; “we must speak her fair, Baby — she will maybe part with the secret for a hundred pund Scots.”

      “An hundred fules’ heads!” replied Baby — ” bid her five merks of ready siller. I never knew a witch in my life but she was as poor as Job.”

      Norna turned towards them as if she had guessed their thoughts; it may be that she did so. She passed them with a look of the most sovereign contempt, and walking to the table on which the preparations for Mrs. Barbara’s frugal meal were already disposed, she filled a small wooden quaigh from an earthen pitcher which contained bland, a subacid liquor made out of the serous part of the milk. She broke a single morsel from a barley-cake, and having eaten and drunk, returned towards the churlish hosts. “ I give you no thanks,” she said, “ for my refreshment, for you bid me not welcome to it; and thanks bestowed on a churl are like the dew of heaven on the cliffs of Foulah, where it finds nought that can be refreshed by its influences. I give you no thanks,” she said again, but drawing from her pocket a leathern purse that seemed large and heavy, she added, “ I pay you with what you will value more than the gratitude of the whole inhabitants of Hialtland. Say not that Norna of Fitful Head hath eaten of your bread and drunk of your cup, and left you sorrowing for the charge to which she hath put your house.” So saying, she laid on the table a small piece of antique gold coin, bearing the rude and half-defaced effigies of some ancient northern king.

      Triptolemus and his sister exclaimed against this liberality with vehemence; the first protesting that he kept no public, and the other exclaiming, “ Is the carline mad? Heard ye ever of ony of the gentle house of Clinkscale that gave meat for siller?”

      “Or for love either?” muttered her brother; “ haud to that, tittie.”

      “What are ye whittie-whattieing about, ye gowk?” said his gentle sister, who suspected the tenor of his murmurs; “ gie the ladie back her bonnie-die there, and be blithe to be sae rid on’t — it will be a sclate-stane the morn, if not something worse.”

      The honest factor lifted the money to return it, yet could not help being struck when he saw the impression, and his hand trembled as he handed it to his sister.

      “Yes.” said the Pythoness again, as if she read the thoughts of the astonished pair, “you have seen that coin before — beware how you use it! It thrives not with the sordid or the mean-souled — it was won with honourable danger, and must be expended with honourable liberality. The treasure which lies under a cold hearth will one day, like the hidden talent, bear witness against its avaricious possessors.”

      This last obscure intimation seemed to raise the alarm and the wonder of Mrs. Baby and her brother to the uttermost. The latter tried to stammer out something like an invitation to Norna to tarry with them all night, or at least to take share of the “ dinner,” so he at first called it; but looking at the company, and remembering the limited contents of the pot, he corrected the phrase, and hoped she would take some part of the “ snack, which would be on the table ere a man could loose a pleugh.”

      “I eat not here — I sleep not here,” replied Norna — ” nay, I relieve you not only of my own presence, but I will dismiss your unwelcome guests. — Mordaunt,” she added, addressing young Mertoun, “ the dark fit is past, and your father looks for you this evening.”

      “Do you return in that direction?” said Mordaunt, “I will but eat a morsel, and give you my aid, good mother, on the road. The brooks must be out, and the journey perilous.”

      “Our roads lie different,” answered the Sibyl, “ and Norna needs not mortal arm to aid her on the way. I am summoned far to the east, by those who know well how to smooth my passage. — For thee, Bryce Snailsfoot,” she continued, speaking to the pedlar, “ speed thee on to Sumburgh — the Roost will afford thee a gallant harvest, and worthy the gathering in. Much goodly ware will ere now be seeking a new owner, and the careful skipper will sleep still enough in the deep haaf, and care not that bale and chest are dashing against the shores.”

      “Na, na, good mother,” answered Snailsfoot, “ I desire no man’s life for my private advantage, and am just grateful for the blessing of Providence on my sma’ trade. But doubtless one man’s loss is another’s gain; and as these storms destroy a’ thing on land, it is but fair they suld send us something by sea. Sae, taking the freedom, like yoursell, mother, to borrow a lump of barley bread, and a draught of bland, I will bid good-day, and thank you, to this good


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