Not a heth did he let on to the wife about what he was after discovering, but he had a strong oath taken in his own mind that the fairies should not lift her from him.
He bolted the door of the kitchen, and the two went into the room. After awhile there came a cry on the street without, and it dwined away into the byre. The cows began for to stamp and strive to get free of the bails.
“Let you go out and see what ails the creatures,” says herself.
“There is nothing on them,” says he. “I’ll not leave this place till the sun rises for day.”
Then there came a powerful blast of wind, and the pigs set up the awfullest lamentation.
“I’m not that lazy but I’ll find out what it is,” says herself.
“You’ll stop where you are,” says he. “Didn’t you hear the blast going by, and every person knows that pigs see the wind?”
“Whatever they’re beholding this minute is a sore distress to the creatures,” she answers.
“Aye!” he allows. “The wind is red, and that is the cause of them crying.” There came a crash on the door of the kitchen and it blew in; the plates were dashed off the dresser, and the saucepans fell from the nails on the wall.
Francis Pat had to hold herself by the arm to keep her from running to gather the delf. Voices came shouting, and there was a stamping of feet through the house. The woman began for to cry and to roar, but himself kept a hold on her and nothing enticed him away.