Round about like elfets tripping, Stock and stone, and tree are skipping; Halting where she plants her staff, With a wild exulting laugh.
Ho! ho! "tis a merry sight, Thou hast given the hag to-night.
Lo! the sheepfold, and the herd, To another site are stirr"d!
And the rugged limestone quarry, Where "twas digg"d may no more tarry; While the goblin haunted dingle, With another dell must mingle.
Pendle Moor is in commotion, Like the billows of the ocean, When the winds are o"er it ranging, Heaving, falling, bursting, changing.
Ho! ho! "tis a merry sight Thou hast given the hag to-night.
Lo! the moss-pool sudden flies, In another spot to rise; And the scanty-grown plantation, Finds another situation, And a more congenial soil, Without needing woodman"s toil.
Now the warren moves-and see!
How the burrowing rabbits flee, Hither, thither till they find it, With another brake behind it.
Ho! ho! "tis a merry sight Thou hast given the hag to-night.
Lo! new lines the witch is tracing, Every well-known mark effacing, Elsewhere, other bounds erecting, So the old there"s no detecting.
Ho! ho! "tis a pastime quite, Thou hast given the hag to-night!
The hind at eve, who wander"d o"er The dreary waste of Pendle Moor, Shall wake at dawn, and in surprise, Doubt the strange sight that meets his eyes.
The pathway leading to his hut Winds differently,-the gate is shut.
The ruin on the right that stood.
Lies on the left, and nigh the wood; The paddock fenced with wall of stone, Wcll-stock"d with kine, a mile hath flown, The sheepfold and the herd are gone.
Through channels new the brooklet rushes, Its ancient course conceal"d by bushes.
Where the hollow was, a mound Rises from the upheaved ground.
Doubting, shouting with surprise, How the fool stares, and rubs his eyes!
All"s so changed, the simple elf Fancies he is changed himself!
Ho! ho! "tis a merry sight The hag shall have when dawns the light.
But see! she halts and waves her hand.
All is done as thou hast plann"d."
After a moment"s pause the voice added,
"I have done as thou hast will"d- Now be thy path straight fulfill"d."
"It shall be," replied Mistress Nutter, whose features gleamed with fierce exultation. "Bring forth the proselyte!" she shouted.
And at the words, her swarthy serving-man, Blackadder, came forth from the Lacy chapel, leading Jennet by the hand. They were followed by Tib, who, dilated to twice his former size, walked with tail erect, and eyes glowing like carbuncles.
At sight of her daughter a loud cry of rage and astonishment burst from Elizabeth Device, and, rushing forward, she would have seized her, if Tib had not kept her off by a formidable display of teeth and talons. Jennet made no effort to join her mother, but regarded her with a malicious and triumphant grin.
"This is my chilt," screamed Elizabeth. "She canna be baptised without my consent, an ey refuse it. Ey dunna want her to be a witch-at least not yet awhile. What mays yo here, yo little plague?"
"Ey wur brought here, mother," replied Jennet, with affected simplicity.
"Then get whoam at once, and keep there," rejoined Elizabeth, furiously.
"Nay, eyst nah go just yet," replied Jennet. "Ey"d fain be a witch as weel as yo."
"Ho! ho! ho!" laughed the voice from below.
"Nah, nah-ey forbid it," shrieked Elizabeth, "ye shanna be bapteesed. Whoy ha ye brought her here, madam?" she added to Mistress Nutter. "Yo ha" stolen her fro" me. Boh ey protest agen it."
"Your consent is not required," replied Mistress Nutter, waving her off. "Your daughter is anxious to become a witch. That is enough."
"She is not owd enough to act for herself," said Elizabeth.
"Age matters not," replied Mistress Nutter.
"What mun ey do to become a witch?" asked Jennet.
"You must renounce all hopes of heaven," replied Mistress Nutter, "and devote yourself to Satan. You will then be baptised in his name, and become one of his worshippers. You will have power to afflict all persons with bodily ailments-to destroy cattle-blight corn-burn dwellings-and, if you be so minded, kill those you hate, or who molest you. Do you desire to do all this?"
"Eigh, that ey do," replied Jennet. "Ey ha" more pleasure in evil than in good, an wad rayther see folk weep than laugh; an if ey had the power, ey wad so punish them os jeer at me, that they should rue it to their deein" day."
"All this you shall do, and more," rejoined Mistress Nutter. "You renounce all hopes of salvation, then, and devote yourself, soul and body, to the Powers of Darkness."
Elizabeth, who was still kept at bay by Tib, shaking her arms, and gnashing her teeth, in impotent rage, now groaned aloud; but ere Jennet could answer, a piercing cry was heard, which thrilled through Mistress Nutter"s bosom, and Alizon, rushing from her place of concealment, pa.s.sed through the weird circle, and stood beside the group in the midst of it.
"Forbear, Jennet," she cried; "forbear! p.r.o.nounce not those impious words, or you are lost for ever. Come with me, and I will save you."
"Sister Alizon," cried Jennet, staring at her in surprise, "what makes you here?"
"Do not ask-but come," cried Alizon, trying to take her hand.
"Oh! what is this?" cried Mistress Nutter, now partly recovered from the consternation and astonishment into which she had been thrown by Alizon"s unexpected appearance. "Why are you here? How have you broken the chains of slumber in which I bound you? Fly-fly-at once, this girl is past your help. You cannot save her. She is already devoted. Fly. I am powerless to protect you here."
"Ho! ho! ho!" laughed the voice.
"Do you not hear that laughter?" cried Mistress Nutter, with a haggard look. "Go!"
"Never, without Jennet," replied Alizon, firmly.
"My child-my child-on my knees I implore you to depart," cried Mistress Nutter, throwing herself before her-"You know not your danger-oh, fly-fly!"
But Alizon continued inflexible.
"Yo are caught i" your own snare, madam," cried Elizabeth Device, with a taunting laugh. "Sin Jennet mun be a witch, Alizon con be bapteesed os weel. Your consent is not required-and age matters not-ha! ha!"
"Curses upon thy malice," cried Mistress Nutter, rising. "What can be done in this extremity?"
"Nothing," replied the voice. "Jennet is mine already. If not brought hither by thee, or by her mother, she would have come of her own accord. I have watched her, and marked her for my own. Besides, she is fated. The curse of Paslew clings to her."
As the words were uttered, the shade of the abbot glided forwards, and, touching the shuddering child upon the brow with its finger, vanished with a lamentable cry.
"Kneel, Jennet," cried Alizon; "kneel, and pray!"
"To me," rejoined the voice; "she can bend to no other power. Alice Nutter, thou hast sought to deceive me, but in vain. I bade thee bring thy daughter here, and in place of her thou offerest me the child of another, who is mine already. I am not to be thus trifled with. Thou knowest my will. Sprinkle water over her head, and devote her to me."
Alizon would fain have thrown herself on her knees, but extremity of horror, or some overmastering influence, held her fast; and she remained with her gaze fixed upon her mother, who seemed torn by conflicting emotions.
"Is there no way to avoid this?" cried Mistress Nutter.
"No way but one," replied the voice. "I have been offered a new devotee, and I claim fulfilment of the promise. Thy daughter or another, it matters not-but not Jennet."