Close by the door, or rather the hole down which he had so unceremoniously tumbled, two little elderly women, in black ap.r.o.ns and white mutches, were busily engaged in grinding corn between two flat millstones. Other two Fairies, younger women, in blue print gowns and white kerchiefs, were gathering up the freshly ground meal, and baking it into bannocks, which they were toasting on a girdle over a peat fire, which was burning slowly in a corner.
In the centre of the large apartment a great troop of Fairies, Elves, and Sprites were dancing reels as hard as they could to the music of a tiny set of bagpipes which were being played by a brown-faced Gnome, who sat on a ledge of rock far above their heads.
They all stopped their various employments when Farquhar came suddenly down in their midst, and looked at him in alarm; but when they saw that he was not hurt, they bowed gravely and bade him be seated. Then they went on with their work and with their play as if nothing had happened.
But Farquhar, being very fond of dancing, and being in no wise anxious to be seated, thought that he would like to have a reel first, so he asked the Fairies if he might join them. And they, although they looked surprised at his request, allowed him to do so, and in a few minutes the young man was dancing away as gaily as any of them.
And as he danced a strange change came over him. He forgot his errand, he forgot his home, he forgot everything that had ever happened to him, he only knew that he wanted to remain with the Fairies all the rest of his life.
And he did remain with them--for a magic spell had been cast over him, and he became like one of themselves, and could come and go at nights without being seen, and could sip the dew from the gra.s.s and honey from the flowers as daintily and noiselessly as if he had been a Fairy born.
Time pa.s.sed by, and one night he and a band of merry companions set out for a long journey through the air. They started early, for they intended to pay a visit to the Man in the Moon and be back again before c.o.c.k-crow.
All would have gone well if Farquhar had only looked where he was going, but he did not, being deeply engaged in making love to a young Fairy Maiden by his side, so he never saw a cottage that was standing right in his way, till he struck against the chimney and stuck fast in the thatch.
His companions sped merrily on, not noticing what had befallen him, and he was left to disentangle himself as best he could.
As he was doing so he chanced to glance down the wide chimney, and in the cottage kitchen he saw a comely young woman dandling a rosy-cheeked baby.
Now, when Farquhar had been in his mortal state, he had been very fond of children, and a word of blessing rose to his lips.
"G.o.d shield thee," he said, as he looked at the mother and child, little guessing what the result of his words would be.
For scarce had the Holy Name crossed his lips than the spell which had held him so long was broken, and he became as he had been before.
Instantly his thoughts flew to his friends at home, and to the new Mistress whom he had left waiting for her sieve; for he felt sure that some weeks must have elapsed since he set out to fetch it. So he made haste to go to the farm.
When he arrived in the neighbourhood everything seemed strange. There were woods where no woods used to be, and walls where no walls used to be. To his amazement, he could not find his way to the farm, and, worst of all, in the place where he expected to find his father"s house he found nothing but a crop of rank green nettles.
In great distress he looked about for someone to tell him what it all meant, and at last he found an old man thatching the roof of a cottage.
This old man was so thin and grey that at first Farquhar took him for a patch of mist, but as he went nearer he saw that he was a human being, and, going close up to the wall and shouting with all his might, for he felt sure that such an ancient man would be deaf, he asked him if he could tell him where his friends had gone to, and what had happened to his father"s dwelling.
The old man listened, then he shook his head. "I never heard of him," he answered slowly; "but perhaps my father might be able to tell you."
"Your father!" said Farquhar, in great surprise. "Is it possible that your father is alive?"
"Aye he is," answered the old man, with a little laugh. "If you go into the house you"ll find him sitting in the arm-chair by the fire."
Farquhar did as he was bid, and on entering the cottage found another old man, who was so thin and withered and bent that he looked as if he must at least be a hundred years old. He was feebly twisting ropes to bind the thatch on the roof.
"Can ye tell me aught of my friends, or where my father"s cottage is?"
asked Farquhar again, hardly expecting that this second old man would be able to answer him.
"I cannot," mumbled this ancient person; "but perhaps my father can tell you."
"Your father!" exclaimed Farquhar, more astonished than ever. "But surely he must be dead long ago."
The old man shook his head with a weird grimace.
"Look there," he said, and pointed with a twisted finger, to a leathern purse, or sporran, which was hanging to one of the posts of a wooden bedstead in the corner.
Farquhar approached it, and was almost frightened out of his wits by seeing a tiny shrivelled face crowned by a red pirnie, looking over the edge of the sporran.
"Tak" him out; he"ll no touch ye," chuckled the old man by the fire.
So Farquhar took the little creature out carefully between his finger and thumb, and set him on the palm of his left hand. He was so shrivelled with age that he looked just like a mummy.
"Dost know anything of my friends, or where my father"s cottage is gone to?" asked Farquhar for the third time, hardly expecting to get an answer.
"They were all dead long before I was born," piped out the tiny figure.
"I never saw any of them, but I have heard my father speak of them."
"Then I must be older than you!" cried Farquhar, in great dismay. And he got such a shock at the thought that his bones suddenly dissolved into dust, and he fell, a heap of grey ashes, on the floor.
PEERIFOOL
There was once a King and a Queen in Rousay who had three daughters.
When the young Princesses were just grown up, the King died, and the Crown pa.s.sed to a distant cousin, who had always hated him, and who paid no heed to the widowed Queen and her daughters.
So they were left very badly off, and they went to live in a tiny cottage, and did all the housework themselves. They had a kailyard in front of the cottage, and a little field behind it, and they had a cow that grazed in the field, and which they fed with the cabbages that grew in the kailyard. For everyone knows that to feed cows with cabbages makes them give a larger quant.i.ty of milk.
But they soon discovered that some one was coming at night and stealing the cabbages, and, of course, this annoyed them very much. For they knew that if they had not cabbages to give to the cow, they would not have enough milk to sell.
So the eldest Princess said she would take out a three-legged stool, and wrap herself in a blanket, and sit in the kailyard all night to see if she could catch the thief. And, although it was very cold and very dark, she did so.
At first it seemed as if all her trouble would be in vain, for hour after hour pa.s.sed and nothing happened. But in the small hours of the morning, just as the clock was striking two, she heard a stealthy trampling in the field behind, as if some very heavy person were trying to tread very softly, and presently a mighty Giant stepped right over the wall into the kailyard.
He carried an enormous creel on his arm, and a large, sharp knife in his hand; and he began to cut the cabbages, and to throw them into the creel as fast as he could.
Now the Princess was no coward, so, although she had not expected to face a Giant, she gathered up her courage, and cried out sharply, "Who gave thee liberty to cut our cabbages? Leave off this minute, and go away."
The Giant paid no heed, but went on steadily with what he was doing.
"Dost thou not hear me?" cried the girl indignantly; for she was the Princess Royal, and had always been accustomed to be obeyed.
"If thou be not quiet I will take thee too," said the Giant grimly, pressing the cabbages down into the creel.
"I should like to see thee try," retorted the Princess, rising from her stool and stamping her foot; for she felt so angry that she forgot for a moment that she was only a weak maiden and he was a great and powerful Giant.
And, as if to show her how strong he was, he seized her by her arm and her leg, and put her in his creel on the top of the cabbages, and carried her away bodily.
When he reached his home, which was in a great square house on a lonely moor, he took her out, and set her down roughly on the floor.