Up with it, Lightfoot, and link it awa’.”
Then the merry riot ceased, and Suneva’s voice again took up the song—
“Now for a light and a pot of good beer,
Up with it, Lightfoot, and link it awa’, boys!
We’ll drink a good fishing against the New Year,
And the Shaalds of Foula will pay for it a’, boys.
Chorus:
“The Shaalds of Foula will pay for it a’;
Up with it, Lightfoot, and link it awa’.”
Margaret could bear it no longer, and, white and stern, she turned away from the window. Then she saw Michael Snorro standing beside her. Even in the darkness she knew that his eyes were scintillating with anger. He took her by the arm and led her to the end of the close. Then he said: