Donal proceeded at once to an exposition.He told them that the serpent was a lady, enchanted by a wicked witch, who, after she had changed her, twisted her three times round the tree, so that she could not undo herself, and laid the spell upon her that she should never have the shape of a woman, until a knight kissed her as often as she was twisted round the tree.Then, when the knight did come, at every kiss a coil of her body unwound itself, until, at the last kiss, she stood before him the beautiful lady she really was.""What a good, kind, brave knight!" said Ginevra.
"But it's no true, ye ken, missie," said Nicie, anxious that she should not be misled."It's naething but Donal's nonsense.""Nonsense here, nonsense there!" said Donal, "I see a heap o' sense intil 't.But nonsense or no, Nicie, its nane o' my nonsense: Iwuss it war.It's hun'ers o' years auld, that ballant, I s'
warran'."
"It's beautiful," said Ginevra, with decision and dignity."I hope he married the lady, and they lived happy ever after.""I dinna ken, mem.The man 'at made the ballant, I daursay, thoucht him weel payed gien the bonny leddy said thank ye till him.""Oh! but, Donal, that wouldn't be enough!--Would it, Nicie?""Weel, ye see, missie," answered Nicie, "he but gae her three kisses--that wasna sae muckle to wur (lay out) upon a body.""But a serpent!--a serpent's mouth, Nicie!"Here, unhappily, Donal had to rush through the burn without leave-taking, for Hornie was attempting a trespass; and the two girls, thinking it was time to go home, rose, and climbed to the house at their leisure.
The rest of the day Ginevra talked of little else than the serpent lady and the brave knight, saying now and then what a nice boy that Donal of Nicie's was.Nor was more than the gentlest hint necessary to make Nicie remark, the next morning, that perhaps, if they went down again to the Lorrie, Donal might come, and bring the book.But when they reached the bank and looked across, they saw him occupied with Gibbie.They had their heads close together over a slate, upon which now the one, now the other, seemed to be drawing.This went on and on, and they never looked up.Ginny would have gone home, and come again in the afternoon, but Nicie instantly called Donal.
He sprang to his feet and came to them, followed by Gibbie.Donal crossed the burn, but Gibbie remained on the other side, and when presently Donal took his "buik o' ballants" from his pocket, and the little company seated themselves, stood with his back to them, and his eyes on the nowt.That morning they were not interrupted.
Donal read to them for a whole hour, concerning which reading, and Ginevra's reception of it, Nicie declared she could not see what for they made sic a wark aboot a wheen auld ballants, ane efter anither.--"They're no half sae bonnie as the paraphrases, Donal,"she said.
After this, Ginevra went frequently with Nicie to see her mother, and learned much of the best from her.Often also they went down to the Lorrie, and had an interview with Donal, which was longer or shorter as Gibbie was there or not to release him.
Ginny's life was now far happier than it had ever been.New channels of thought and feeling were opened, new questions were started, new interests awaked; so that, instead of losing by Miss Machar's continued inability to teach her, she was learning far more than she could give her, learning it, too, with the pleasure which invariably accompanies true learning.
Little more than child as she was, Donal felt from the first the charm of her society; and she by no means received without giving, for his mental development was greatly expedited thereby.Few weeks passed before he was her humble squire, devoted to her with all the chivalry of a youth for a girl whom he supposes as much his superior in kind as she is in worldly position; his sole advantage, in his own judgment, and that which alone procured him the privilege of her society, being, that he was older, and therefore knew a little more.
So potent and genial was her influence on his imagination, that, without once thinking of her as their object, he now first found himself capable of making verses--such as they were; and one day, with his book before him--it was Burns, and he had been reading the Gowan poem to Ginevra and his sister--he ventured to repeat, as if he read them from the book, the following: they halted a little, no doubt, in rhythm, neither were perfectly rimed, but for a beginning, they had promise.Gibbie, who had thrown himself down on the other bank, and lay listening, at once detected the change in the tone of his utterance, and before he ceased had concluded that he was not reading them, and that they were his own.
Rin, burnie! clatter;
To the sea win:
Gien I was a watter, Sae wad I rin.
Blaw, win', caller, clean!
Here an' hyne awa':
Gien I was a win', Wadna I blaw!
Shine, auld sun, Shine strang an' fine:
Gien I was the sun's son, Herty I wad shine.
Hardly had he ended, when Gibbie's pipes began from the opposite side of the water, and, true to time and cadence and feeling, followed with just the one air to suit the song--from which Donal, to his no small comfort, understood that one at least of his audience had received his lilt.If the poorest nature in the world responds with the tune to the mightiest master's song, he knows, if not another echo should come back, that he has uttered a true cry.
But Ginevra had not received it, and being therefore of her own mind, and not of the song's, was critical.It is of the true things it does not, perhaps cannot receive, that human nature is most critical.
