Stories of the Border Marches eBook

John Lang (writer)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about Stories of the Border Marches.

Stories of the Border Marches eBook

John Lang (writer)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about Stories of the Border Marches.

“I mind,” said he, “a passage in the Revelations, ’Behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death.’” With that the horse was upon them, and one and all looked up at the rider’s face.  Fearsome and gash was the countenance they looked upon.  Hatred and scorn was in the burning eyes—­anger, and the hatred that does not die.  And there was not one man of them but ran like hunted sheep back into the manse, and there, in the light, faced each other, forfeuchen and well-nigh greeting like terrified bairns, that did not know the face for that of Patrick Kerr, the laird of Abbotrule.

Next day they all had the news that Patrick Kerr, who hated the kirk and all ministers, and had done away with the parish of Abbotrule, had died in the darkening of that Sabbath evening and gone to his last account.

THE LAIDLEY WORM OF SPINDLESTON-HEUGH

In a land where fairy tales die hard, it is sometimes no easy task to discriminate between what is solid historical fact, what is fact, moss-grown and flower-covered, like an old, old tomb, and what is mere fantasy, the innocent fancy of a nation in its childhood, turned at last into stone—­a lasting stalactite—­from the countless droppings of belief bestowed upon it by countless generations.

Scientists nowadays crushingly hold prehistoric beasts, or still existent marsh gas, accountable for dragons and serpents and other fauna of legendary history; but in certain country districts there are some animals that no amount of Board School information, nor countless Science Siftings from penny papers can ever destroy, and to this invulnerable class belongs the Laidley Worm of Spindleston-Heugh.

High above the yellow sand that borders the fierce North Sea on the extreme north of the Northumbrian coast still stands the castle of Bamborough.  Many a fierce invasion has it withstood during the thousand odd years since first King Ida placed his stronghold there.  Many a cruel storm has it weathered, while lordly ships and little fishing cobles have been driven to destruction by the lashing waves on the rocks down below.  And there it was that, once on a day, there lived a King who, when his fair wife died and left to him the care of her handsome, fearless boy, and her beautiful, gentle daughter, did, as is the fashion of every King of fairy tale, wed again, and wed a wicked wife.  To the south land he went, while his son sailed the seas in search of high adventure, and his daughter acted as chatelaine in the castle by the sea, and there he met the woman who came to Bamborough all those many years ago, and who, they say, remains there still.

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