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"And grandfather, do thou keep out of the way of the widows of Orkney or thou wilt find thyself inside of a marriage ring."
"Not while thou remains unmarried. Few women would care to look after thy welfare. I am used to it, long before thou had been short-coated, I had to walk thee to sleep in my arms."
"Yes," laughed Sunna, "I remember that. I felt myself safest with thee."
"Thou remembers nothing of the kind. At six months old, thou could neither compare nor remember."
"But thou art mistaken. I was born with perfect senses. Ere I was twenty-four hours old, I had selected thee as the most suitable person to walk me to sleep. I think that was a proof of my perfect intelligence. One thing more, and then I will let thee read. I am going to marry Boris Ragnor, and then the widow Brodie would--take charge of thee." She shut the door to these words and Adam heard her laughing all the way to her own room. Then he rubbed his hand slowly over and over his mouth and said to himself--"She shall have her say-so; Boris is the only man on the Islands who can manage her."
After the departure of the Vedders, Rahal and her sister Brodie went upstairs, taking Thora with them. She went cheerfully though a little reluctantly. She liked to hear Ian talk. She had thought of asking him to sing; but she was satisfied with the one straight, long look which flashed between them, as Ian bid her "good night"; for--
He looked at her as a lover can; She looked at him as one who awakes, The past was a sleep and her life began.
Then she went to her room, and thought of Ian until she fell asleep and dreamed of him.
For nearly two hours Ian remained with Conall Ragnor. The Railway Mania was then at its height in England, and the older man was delighted with Ian's daring stories of its mad excitement. Ian had seen and talked with Hudson, the draper's clerk, who had just purchased a fine ducal residence and estate from the results of his reckless speculations. Ian knew all the Scotch lines, he had even full faith in the _Caledonian_ when it was first proposed and could hardly win any attention. "Every one said a railway between England and Scotland would not pay, Mr. Ragnor," said Ian.
"I would have said very different," replied Conall. "It would be certain to pay. Why not?"
"Because there would be _no returns_," laughed Ian, and then Conall laughed also, and wished that Boris had been there to learn whatever Ian might teach him.
"Hast thou speculated in railway stock yet," he asked.
"No, sir. I have not had the money to do so."
"How would thou buy if thou had?"
"I would buy when no one else was buying, and when everyone else was buying, I would keep cool, and sell. A very old and clever speculator gave me that advice as a steady rule, saying it was 'his only guide.'"
This was the tenor of the men's conversation until near midnight, and then Ragnor went with Ian to the door of his room and bid him a frank and friendly good night. And as he stood a moment handfast with the youth, his conscience troubled him a little and he said: "Ian, Ian, thou art a wise lad about this world's business, but thou must not be forgetting that there is another world after this."
"I do not forget that, sir."
"Bishop Hedley is a greater and wiser man than all the railway nabobs thou hast spoken of."
"I think so, sir! I do indeed!" and the mutual smile and nod that followed required no further "good night."
It was a lovely, silent night. The very houses looked as if they were asleep; and there was not a sound either in the town on the brown pier or the moonlit sea. It was a night full of the tranquillity of G.o.d.
Men and women looked into its peace, and carried its charm into their dreams. For most fine spirits that dwell by the sea have an elemental sympathy with strange oracles and dreams and old Night. In the morning, Conall Ragnor was the first to awaken. He went at once to fling open his window. Then he cried out in amazement and wonder, and awakened his wife:--
"Rahal! Rahal!" he shouted. "Come here! Come quick! Look at the town!
It is hung with flags. The s.h.i.+ps in the harbour--flying are their flags also! And there is a s.h.i.+p just entering the harbour and her colours are flying! And there are the guns! They are saluting her from the garrison! It must be a man-of-war! I wonder if the Queen is coming to see us at last! If thou art ready, call Thora and Barbara.
Something is up! Thou may hear the town now, all tip-on-top with excitement!"
"Why did not thou call us sooner, Coll?"
"I slept late and long."
"But thou must have heard the town noises?"
"A confused noise pa.s.sed through my ears, a noise full of hurry like a morning dream, that was all. Now, I am going for my swim and I will bring the news home with me."
But long before it was within expectation of Ragnor's return, the three women standing at the open door saw Ian coming rapidly to the house from the town. His walk was swift and full of excitement. His head was thrown upward, and he kept striking himself on the right side, just over the place where his ancestors had worn their dirks or broadswords. As soon as he saw the three women he flung his Glengarry skyward and shouted a ringing "Hurrah!"
As he approached them, all were struck with his remarkable beauty, his manly figure, his swift graceful movements and his handsome face suffused with the brightness of fiery youth. Through their long black lashes his eyes were s.h.i.+ning and glowing and full of spirit, and indeed his whole personality was instinct with verve and fire. Anyone watching his approach would have said--"Here comes a youth made to lead a rattling charge of cavalry."
"Whatever is the matter with you, Ian?" cried Mistress Brodie. "You are surely gone daft."
"No indeed!" he answered. "I seem at this very hour to have just found myself and my senses."
"What is all the fuss about, Ian?" asked Rahal.
"England has gone to war at the long last with the cruel, crafty black Bear of the North."
"Well then, it is full time she did so, there are none will say different."
"And," continued Ian, "there is a s.h.i.+p now in harbour carrying enlisting officers--you may see her; she is to call at the Orkney and Shetland Islands for recruits for the navy, and Great Scot! she will get them! All she wants! She could take every man out of Kirkwall!"
"The Mayor and Captain Ragnor will not permit her to do so. She will have to leave men to manage the fis.h.i.+ng," said Rahal.
"I thought the women could do that," said Ian.
"You do not know what you are talking about. It takes two or three men to lift a net full of fish out of the water, and they are about done up if they manage it. Come in and get your breakfast. If your news be true, there is no saying when Ragnor will get home. He will have some reasoning with his men to do, he cannot spare many of them."
"I have a good idea," said Mistress Brodie. "I will give a dance on Friday night for the enlisting officers, and we will invite all the presentable young men, and all the prettiest girls, to meet them."
"But you will be too late on Friday. The cutter and her crew will leave Thursday morning early," said Ian.
"Then say Wednesday night."
"That might do. I could tell the men freshly enlisted to wear a white ribbon in their coats----"
"No, no, no!" cried Rahal. "What are you saying, Ian? A white favour is a Stuart favour. You would set the men fighting in the very dance room. There is no excuse in the Orkneys for a Stuart memory."
"I was not thinking of the Stuarts. Have they not done bothering yet?"
"In the Scotch heart the Stuart lives forever," said Rahal, with a sigh.
But the dance was decided on and some preparations made for it as soon as breakfast was over. Ian was enthusiastic on the matter and Thora caught his enthusiasm very readily, and before night, all Kirkwall was preparing to feast and rejoice because England was going to make the great Northern Bear--"the Bear that walks like a man"--stay in the North where he belonged.
CHAPTER V
SUNNA AND THORA
Love, the old, old troubler of the world.