The Stars in the Sky
Once
on a time and twice on a time, and all times together as ever I heard
tell of, there was a tiny lassie who would weep all day to have the
stars in the sky to play with; she wouldn't have this, and she wouldn't
have that, but it was always the stars she would have. So one fine day
off she went to find them. And she walked and she walked and she
walked, till by-and-by she came to a mill-dam.
"Goode'en to ye," says she, "I'm seeking the stars in the sky to play with. Have you seen any?"
"Oh,
yes, my bonnie lassie," said the mill-dam. "They shine in my own face
o' nights till I can't sleep for them. Jump in and perhaps you'll find
one."
So she jumped in, and swam about and swam about and swam
about, but ne'er a one could she see. So she went on till she came to a
brooklet.
"Goode'en to ye, Brooklet, Brooklet," says she; "I'm seeking the stars in the sky to play with. Have you seen any?"
"Yes, indeed, my bonny lassie," said the Brooklet. "They glint on my banks at night. Paddle about, and maybe you'll find one."
So she paddled and she paddled and she paddled, but ne'er a one did she find. So on she went till she came to the Good Folk.
"Goode'en to ye, Good Folk," says she; "I'm looking for the stars in the sky to play with. Have ye seen e'er a one?"
"Why,
yes, my bonny lassie," said the Good Folk. "They shine on the grass
here o' night. Dance with us, and maybe you'll find one."
And she danced and she danced and she danced, but ne'er a one did she see. So down she sate; I suppose she wept.
"Oh
dearie me, oh dearie me," says she, "I've swam and I've paddled and
I've danced, and if ye'll not help me I shall never find the stars in
the sky to play with."
But the Good Folk whispered together, and
one of them came up to her and took her by the hand and said, "If you
won't go home to your mother, go forward, go forward; mind you take the
right road. Ask Four Feet to carry you to No Feet at all, and tell No
Feet at all to carry you to the stairs without steps, and if you can
climb that—"
"Oh, shall I be among the stars in the sky then?" cried the lassie.
"If you'll not be, then you'll be elsewhere," said the Good Folk, and set to dancing again.
So on she went again with a light heart, and by-and-by she came to a saddled horse, tied to a tree.
"Goode'en
to ye, Beast," said she; "I'm seeking the stars in the sky to play
with. Will you give me a lift, for all my bones are an-aching."
"Nay,"
said the horse, "I know nought of the stars in the sky, and I'm here to
do the bidding of the Good Folk, and not my own will."
"Well," said she, "it's from the Good Folk I come, and they bade me tell Four Feet to carry me to No Feet at all."
"That's another story," said he; "jump up and ride with me."
So
they rode and they rode and they rode, till they got out of the forest
and found themselves at the edge of the sea. And on the water in front
of them was a wide glistening path running straight out towards a
beautiful thing that rose out of the water and went up into the sky,
and was all the colours in the world, blue and red and green, and
wonderful to look at.
"Now get you down," said the horse; "I've
brought ye to the end of the land, and that's as much as Four Feet can
do. I must away home to my own folk."
"But," said the lassie, "where's No Feet at all, and where's the stair without steps?"
"I know not," said the horse, "it's none of my business neither. So goode'en to ye, my bonny lassie;" and off he went.
So the lassie stood still and looked at the water, till a strange kind of fish came swimming up to her feet.
"Goode'en
to ye, big Fish," says she, "I'm looking for the stars in the sky, and
for the stairs that climb up to them. Will ye show me the way?"
"Nay," said the Fish, "I can't unless you bring me word from the Good Folk."
"Yes,
indeed," said she. "They said Four Feet would bring me to No Feet at
all, and No Feet at all would carry me to the stairs without steps."
"Ah, well," said the Fish; "that's all right then. Get on my back and hold fast."
And
off he went—Kerplash!—into the water, along the silver path, towards
the bright arch. And the nearer they came the brighter the sheen of it,
till she had to shade her eyes from the light of it.
And as they
came to the foot of it, she saw it was a broad bright road, sloping up
and away into the sky, and at the far, far end of it she could see wee
shining things dancing about.
"Now," said the Fish, "here you
are, and yon's the stair; climb up, if you can, but hold on fast. I'll
warrant you find the stair easier at home than by such a way; 't was
ne'er meant for lassies' feet to travel;" and off he splashed through
the water.
So she clomb and she clomb and she clomb, but ne'er a
step higher did she get: the light was before her and around her, and
the water behind her, and the more she struggled the more she was
forced down into the dark and the cold, and the more she clomb the
deeper she fell.
But she clomb and she clomb, till she got dizzy
in the light and shivered with the cold, and dazed with the fear; but
still she clomb, till at last, quite dazed and silly-like, she let
clean go, and sank down—down—down.
And bang she came on to the hard boards, and found herself sitting, weeping and wailing, by the bedside at home all alone.
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