More English Fairy Tales, part 10 · page 21 2101"Well," said she, after looking in the brewpot, and in the mirror, and in the Book, "it be main queer, but I can't rightly tell ye what's happened to her.102If ye hear of aught, come and tell me."103So they went their ways; and as days went by, and never a Moon came, naturally they talked--my word!104I reckon they _did_ talk! their tongues wagged at home, and at the inn, and in the garth.105But so came one day, as they sat on the great settle in the Inn, a man from the far end of the bog lands was smoking and listening, when all at once he sat up and slapped his knee. "106My faicks!" says he, "I'd clean forgot, but I reckon I kens where the Moon be!" and he told them of how he was lost in the bogs, and how, when he was nigh dead with fright, the light shone out, and he found the path and got home safe.107So off they all went to the Wise Woman, and told her about it, and she looked long in the pot and the Book again, and then she nodded her head.108"It's dark still, childer, dark!" says she, "and I can't rightly see, but do as I tell ye, and ye 'll find out for yourselves.109Go all of ye, just afore the night gathers, put a stone in your mouth, and take a hazel-twig in your hands, and say never a word till you're safe home again.110Then walk on and fear not, far into the midst of the marsh, till ye find a coffin, a candle, and a cross.111Then ye'll not be far from your Moon; look, and m'appen ye 'll find her."1 2← previousMore English Fairy Tales, part 9next →More English Fairy Tales, part 11↑ back to More English Fairy TalesThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg14241/24/page/2/