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Gentleman's Magazine 1902 part 2 p.425
"And to me," aswered the witch calmly; "thou wilt not return
to Kendal till thou hast taken each Saxon of the fourscore
who set the woods on fire."
"Ah, marry," laughed the captain, "then I return not empty
handed. The omen is a good one, gentle witch, for I have
vowed to clear out, root and branch, the dog Saxons of the
fells. I am going to burn every house in Kentmere, in
Longsleddale, and in the valley beyond, ere I return to my
lord. Fair witch, wilt thou go with us and see our triumph?
The smell of reeking blood will be homely breath to thy
hell-filled nostrils. Come with us, and cast a charm over
the Saxon fools, that they escape not the wrath of my lord
the Baron."
"The charm is cast these three hours - before you left the
courtyard of your Norman keep. Look for the Saxon between
the mist and the dale, for till you force him of his lair,
you cannot return to your home."
"Ha, ha, fair augur, gentle dame. We are provided with
horses and provisions, and ere long the life of the robber
band will be past."
"The mist hangs low, the dale in sunset purple lies, the
crags are riven, but not by storm. The robber band is at
peace long since, but the Norman warrior walks the hills for
evermmore."
Uttering these prophetic words, the witch seemed to melt
into thin air; the dalefolk trembled, but the captain turned
to his men and said in jest:-
"My men, the witch has gone, but her spell is good. See
yonder"" and he pointed toward Harter Fell, where rainclouds
hung dense and black. "Yonder we find our prey, 'twixt mist
and dale. Forward to conquer. The churlish Saxon is already
undone."
The little company marched rapidly up the dale, plundering
and burning the few homesteads they met. The inhabitants had
fled, some across the fells to the monastery at Shap, some
to seek comfort at a famous witch's cave in Loughrigg, some
by devious ways, by which they did not meet the feared
expedition from Kendal.
After sacking the hovels without mercy, the Normans made for
the open fell, where clung the dense mist, and as they
approached the veil of white, the zip of an arrow falling
among the ranks warned them of danger. The soldiers did not
hesitate to grumble at the hard climb, and to curse the
Saxons who thus showed their ability to strike home without
being seen. The Captain ordered a retreat, but now dense and
white the pall had fallen below, and neither backward for
fear of the cliffs, nor forward for fear of the advantage
held by the enemy, dare they move.
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