“See here, Anne,” he began roughly—when Marcus intervened.
“That will do just now, Gloom. Ann-à-ghraidh, do you mean that you are going to do this thing?”
“Ay, sure.”
“Do you know why Gloom played the Dàn-nan-Ròn?”
“It was a cruel thing.”
“You know what is said in the isles about … about … this or that man, who is under gheasan—who is spell-bound … and … and … about the seals and …”
“Yes, Marcus, it is knowing it that I am: ‘Tha iad a’ cantuinn gur h-e daoine fo gheasan a th’ anns no roin.’”
“‘They say that seals,’” he repeated slowly; “‘they say that seals are men under magic spells.’ And have you ever pondered that thing, Anne, my cousin?”
“I am knowing well what you mean.”