"What did you mean by those verses which you told me?" Her answer was given in a solemn tone:
"Them that made them alone can tell; until the time shall come!"
"Who made them?"
"Nane can now tell. They are as aud as the rocky foundations o' the isles themselves."
"Then how did you come to know them?" There was a distinct note of pride in her answer. Such a note as might be expected from a prince speaking of his ancestry:
"They hae come doon to me through centuries. Frae mither to dochter, and from mither to dochter again, wi' never a break in the lang line o' the tellin'. Know ye, young master, that I am o' a race o' Seers. I take my name from that Gormala o' Uist who through long years foresaw the passing o' mony a one. That Gormala who throughout the islands of the west was known and feared o' all men; that Gormala whose mither's mither, and mither's mither again, away back into the darkness o' time when coracles crept towards the sunset ower the sea and returned not, held the fates o' men and women in their han's and ruled the Mysteries o' the Sea." As it was evident that Gormala must have in her own mind some kind of meaning of the prophecy, or spell, or whatever it was, I asked her again:
"But you must understand something of the meaning, or you would not attach so much importance to it?"
"I ken naught but what is seen to ma een, and to that inner e'e which telleth tae the soul that which it seeth!"
"Then why did you warn me that Lammas-tide was near at hand?" The grim woman actually smiled as she replied:
"Did ye no hearken to the words spoken of the Lammas floods, which be of the Powers that rule the Spell?"
