‘Kebeg’s here! Kebeg’s here!’
And she cried:
‘I’m comin’! I’m comin’!’
And that was all.
The Fairies who live in Nikkesen’s had pulled her in, and carried her to their own home.
THE FAIRY CHILD OF CLOSE NY LHEIY
One time there was a woman named Colloo, in Close ny Lheiy, near Glen Meay, and she had a child that had fallen sick in a strange way. Nothing seemed wrong with him, yet crosser and crosser he grew, nying nyanging night and day. The woman was in great distress. Charms had failed, and she didn’t know rightly what to do.
It seems that when about a fortnight old, the child, as fine a child for his age as you would see in a day’s walk, was left asleep while the mother went to the well for water. Now Herself forgot to put the tongs on the cradle, and when she came back the child was crying pitifully, and there was no quieting for him. And from that very hour the flesh seemed to melt off his bones till he became as ugly and as wizened a child as you would see between the Point of Ayr and the Calf. He was that way, his whining howl filling the house, for four years, lying in his cradle without a motion on him to put his feet under him. Not a day’s rest nor a night’s sleep had the woman these four years with him. She was fairly scourged until there came a fine day in the spring, while Hom Beg Bridson, the tailor, was in the house sewing. Hom is dead now, but there’s many alive that remember him yet. He was wise tremendous, for he was going from house to house sewing, and gathering wisdom as he was going.