‘“Will you help me, dear little Mister Spriggan?”’
‘Oh, then in that case we will leave you to the mercy of the sea! Of course, it will drown you, and a good thing too, for it will prevent your doing what the voice asked you to do. We shall have the bag and it in our hands again to-morrow, whilst you will make a dainty dish for the fishes’ supper!’ and the stone clicked and the ugly little face disappeared.
‘Hello! What are you doing down there, and the waves breaking all around you?’ cried a voice far up the cliff, and, turning her tearful gaze upwards, Gerna saw kind Farmer Vivian—who looked almost as small as one of the Wee Folk from that great height—looking down upon her. ‘A very good thing I gave you those dinky Shoes this morning. Put them on quickly. There is not a moment to lose. In the cliff to your right you will find some steps cut out of the rock. They are very small indeed, but quite large enough for those little green Shoes to climb up on.’
Gerna hastened to obey, and she saw on the face of the cliff a tiny winding stairway. She put her feet on the first stair, and found herself going up and up without fear, and she was soon at the top of the cliff, standing by Farmer Vivian’s side.
‘There you are, as right as the Small People’s change!’ said he, with a smile in his eyes, which were as blue as the sea itself, and oh! so gentle and kind. ‘Don’t take off your Shoes until you have passed all the Piskey Rings, or Spriggan Traps, or whatever they are,’ he said, as Gerna turned her face towards her cottage. ‘Pentire is full of them to-day—all made since last night, and all the colour of your dear little Shoes.’
‘You can’t step anywhere without putting your feet on a Ring,’ Gerna said to herself, as she hurried home over the great headland. On every Ring she stepped she felt she must stop to dance like a Piskey. And she was not sure, but she thought she saw little dark faces grinning horribly at her from every Ring she passed over.
Great-Grannie was much upset when she heard what dangers her little great-granddaughter had been exposed to, for Gelert had come home with the news a few minutes before that she was drowned, as he could not see her anywhere!
The fright the old woman received showed her how wrong it was to covet the Small People’s money, and she gave Gerna a basinful of hot bread-and-milk, and told her she could go to bed if she liked.
The child was worn out with all she had gone through, and went upstairs quite early, as she wanted to rest before taking the little prisoner to the Tolmên that night.