After thus hunting her as a cat might a mouse, or a lion a man, what could she look for but that he would pounce upon her, and tear her to pieces? Fearfully expectant of the horrible grasp, she lay breathless.But nothing came.Still she lay, and still nothing came.Could it be that she was dreaming? In dreams generally the hideous thing never arrived.But she dared not look up.She lay and lay, weary and still, with the terror slowly ebbing away out of her.At length to her ears came a strange sweet voice of singing--such a sound as she had never heard before.It seemed to come from far away: what if it should be an angel God was sending, in answer after all to her prayer, to deliver her from the beast-boy! He would of course want some time to come, and certainly no harm had happened to her yet.The sound grew and grew, and came nearer and nearer.But although it was song, she could distinguish no vowel-melody in it, nothing but a tone-melody, a crooning, as it were, ever upon one vowel in a minor key.It came quite near at length, and yet even then had something of the far away sound left in it.It was like the wind of a summer night inside a great church bell in a deserted tower.It came close, and ceased suddenly, as if, like a lark, the angel ceased to sing the moment he lighted.
She opened her eyes and looked up.Over her stood the beast-boy, gazing down upon her! Could it really be the beast-boy? If so, then he was fascinating her, to devour her the more easily, as she had read of snakes doing to birds; but she could not believe it.
Still--she could not take her eyes off him--that was certain.But no marvel! From under a great crown of reddish gold, looked out two eyes of heaven's own blue, and through the eyes looked out something that dwells behind the sky and every blue thing.What if the angel, to try her, had taken to himself the form of the beast-boy? No beast-boy could sing like what she had heard, or look like what she now saw! She lay motionless, flat on the ground, her face turned sideways upon her hands, and her eyes fixed on the heavenly vision.
Then a curious feeling began to wake in her of having seen him before--somewhere, ever so long ago--and that sight of him as well as this had to do with misery--with something that made a stain that would not come out.Yes--it was the very face, only larger, and still sweeter, of the little naked child whom Angus had so cruelly lashed! That was ages ago, but she had not forgotten, and never could forget either the child's back, or the lovely innocent white face that he turned round upon her.If it was indeed he, perhaps he would remember her.In any case, she was now certain he would not hurt her.
While she looked at him thus, Gibbie's face grew grave: seldom was his grave when fronting the face of a fellow-creature, but now he too was remembering, and trying to recollect; as through a dream of sickness and pain he saw a face like the one before him, yet not the same.
Ginevra recollected first, and a sweet slow diffident smile crept like a dawn up from the depth of her under-world to the sky of her face, but settled in her eyes, and made two stars of them.Then rose the very sun himself in Gibbie's, and flashed a full response of daylight--a smile that no woman, girl, or matron, could mistrust.
>From brow to chin his face was radiant.The sun of this world had made his nest in his hair, but the smile below it seemed to dim the aureole he wore.Timidly yet trustingly Ginevra took one hand from under her cheek, and stretched it up to him.He clasped it gently.
She moved, and he helped her to rise.
"I've lost Nicie," she said.
Gibbie nodded, but did not look concerned, "Nicie is my maid," said Ginevra.
Gibbie nodded several times.He knew who Nicie was rather better than her mistress.
"I left her away back there, a long, long time ago, and she has never come to me," she said.
Gibbie gave a shrill loud whistle that startled her.In a few seconds, from somewhere unseen, a dog came bounding to him over stones and heather.How he spoke to the dog, or what he told him to do, she had not an idea; but the next instant Oscar was rushing along the path she had come, and was presently out of sight.So full of life was Gibbie, so quick and decided was his every motion, so full of expression his every glance and smile, that she had not yet begun to wonder he had not spoken; indeed she was hardly yet aware of the fact.She knew him now for a mortal, but, just as it had been with Donal and his mother, he continued to affect her as a creature of some higher world, come down on a mission of good-will to men.At the same time she had, oddly enough, a feeling as if the beast-boy were still somewhere not far off, held aloof only by the presence of the angel who had assumed his shape.
