"I know what foolish people say it means," I replied, "but I do not know what it really means."
"Do'ant 'ee? But you will. 'Tis nearly come, Maaster Roger. You defied and got vexed with they who would kip this from comin'; but 'tis comin' now!"
"What's coming now?"
"Trewinion's curse," she screamed.
"You hag," I cried, aroused into a passion. "You have ill-wished me."
"Ill-wished 'ee? No, I ain't, and that you do knaw. We can't ill-wish a eldest son; but the curse es comin', and that we could have kipt off."
"See there, see there!" she continued, pointing towards the great forbidding-looking rock, "do 'ee zee the light? I can!"
Again I saw the flickering light on the rock between the great prongs, and my flesh crept with fear.
"Ted'n too late, is it?" she said. "Come to th' ould plaace to-night at the same time, and we may do summin."
"Do you think I'm a fool?" I said. "You cannot gull me with your stories, for I know your tricks."