With intervals of stopping, Anne Beckley followed her guide for quite an hour, during which time the old woman had kept on, evidently following certain marks on trees which she carefully scanned.
I will go no further, mother, cried Anne, throwing herself on a great mossy block
of stone which overhung a tiny, trickling stream, and wiping her dewy forehead.
Yes, you will, dearie, said the old woman, with a meaning smile. Youd go further than this to meet your love. You are hot and tired now. Come down here and have a drink.
She dragged the branches aside with tender hand, and lightly bent back the tall bracken, so as to make a way for the girl, who rose wearily, and, following the old woman, found herself in a shady hollow between the rocks which rose far above her head, while at her feet lay a clear pool of cool delicious water, over which she bent, and was in the very act of dipping in her hand to fill her soft white palm, and drink, when she fancied she saw in the mirror-like surface the old womans fingers extended to thrust her in, and in a flash she seemed to see her object, namely, to murder her for her money and trinkets.
She started up, but only to see Mother Goodhugh smiling at her, and, ashamed of her fears, she drank, and turned to proceed. At the same time she felt, though, how completely she was at her companions mercy. No one knew where she had come, or had seen her enter the cottage; and now in the depths of the forest, did the old woman wish her evil, the thick bushes and brambles would conceal her body, and the rapid growth soon hide all signs of footsteps that might be tracked.
Now, lovey, said the old woman, I am going to trust you to have sense to do as you are bid. You must shut your eyes tightly, and neither look nor speak till you hear his voice.
Shall I hear it? faltered Anne.
Yes, for sure, cried the old woman, imperiously. Now close your eyes and obey me in all I say. If you do not, I will not answer for what may happen.
I Ill go back now. I am weary, faltered Anne.
Too late, cried the old woman, clutching her hand tightly. Shut your eyes. There, now not a word.
Anne obeyed to the letter, and for fully half-an-hour felt herself half dragged up and down rugged ground, past masses of stone, and through bushes; and more than once her fears nearly made her open her eyes.
At last, when she could bear the suspense no longer, there was a pause, and Mother Goodhugh placed her hands upon her shoulders, pressed her down upon a block of stone, and whispered in her ear:
Keep your eyes close; do not speak or move, and you will hear his steps ere long, and he will speak to thee.
In the flesh? whispered the girl, hoarsely.
How can I tell in or out of the flesh, but he will come.
But who, Mother Goodhugh, who? whispered the girl.
I know not. It may be Captain Gil: it may be the gallant at the Pool: all I know and can tell is that the man who touches you
Touches?
Yes, touches you, is or will be your lover. Hush! Not a word.
Anne half made a spring to rise, but something seemed to hold her back in her seat, and with palpitating heart she sat trembling as she heard a faint rustling noise indicating that Mother Goodhugh was going back into the forest; and, unable at last to combat the feeling of lonesomeness and dread, but at the same time unwilling to break what she felt was a spell by opening her eyes, she whispered hastily Mother mother, are you there? She sank back the next moment bedewed with cold clammy perspiration, for there seemed to arise a strange low whispering of many voices, which passed, came back, and died away in the distance, leaving her in the midst of a silence that was profound.
How the Spell began to work
Then the place did not seem so solitary, for a wandering wind swept softly by her, stirring the leaves which rustled together, as it cooled her cheek, and soon after there was the pleasant chirp of a woodland bird, followed by the familiar little prattle of the yellow-hammer.
She began now to realise that she must be in some deep ravine, one of the many that gashed the primeval forest, and felt half ready to laugh at her fears, as she uttered a short cough, which came back repeated strangely from the opposite wall of the rock.
Frightened by an echo, she muttered, and oh, what a weak-pated fool am I, and how I do let that wicked old beldame play upon me. It is absurd. She has no such power as she pretends; and here have I let her bring me here to sit like a shallow-brained, love-sick girl, with my eyes shut, waiting to see my lover. Eyes shut! How can I see my love. Ill open them. Nay; there may be truth in the spell after all, and, if there
is, why should I spoil it when I have gone so far. I wonder whether he will come. How my poor heart beats!
Coo coo oo oo. Coo coo coo coo coo oo, came from somewhere far below.
Thats a lovers cry, she said, half laughing, to herself; but he will not come to me in the form of a dove, unless my hearts set on Jupiter himself. How absurd I am.