“Because the Feegles here would not know him. They’d have no rrrrespect for him.” William made ‘respect’ sound like an avalanche.
“Oh. Well…what was that about the Queen? You were going to say something and they stopped you.”
William looked embarrassed. “I don’t think I can tell you aboot—”
“I am the temporary kelda,” said Tiffany stiffly.
“Aye. Well…there was a time when we lived in the Queen’s world and served her, before she grew so cold. But she tricked us, and we rrrrebelled. It was a dark time. She does not like us. And that is all I will say,” William added.
Tiffany watched Feegles going in and out of the kelda’s chamber. Something was going on in there.
“They’re burying her in the other part of the mound,” said William without being asked. “Wi’ the other keldas o’ this clan.”
“I thought they would be more…noisy,” said Tiffany.
“She was their motherrr,” said William. “They do not want to shout. Their hearts are too full for worrrrds. In time we will hold a wake to help her back to the land o’ the living, and that’ll be a loud one, I can promise ye. We’ll dance the FiveHundredAndTwelvesome Reel to the tune o’ ‘The Devil Among The Lawyers’ and eat and drink, and I daresay my nephews will ha’ headaches the size o’ a sheep.” The old Feegle smiled briefly. “But for now, each Feegle remembers her in silence. We dinna mourn like ye do, ye ken. We mourn for them that has tae stay behind.”
“Was she your mother too?” said Tiffany quietly.
“Nay. She was my sister. Did she no’ tell ye that when a kelda goes to a new clan, she takes a few o’ her brothers with her? To be alone among strangers would be too much for a heart to bear.” The gonnagle sighed. “Of course, in time, after the kelda weds, the clan is full of her sons and is no’ so lonely for her.”
“It must be for you, though,” said Tiffany.
“You’re a quick one, I’ll grant ye that,” said William. “I am the last o’ those who came. When this is o’er, I’ll seek the leave of the next kelda to return to my ain folk in the mountains. This is a fiiine fat country and this is a fiiine bonny clan my nephews have, but I would like to die in the heather where I was borrrned. If you will excuse me, kelda…”
He walked away and was lost in the shadows of the mound.
Tiffany suddenly wanted to go home. Perhaps it was just William’s sadness, but now she felt shut up in the mound.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” she muttered.
“Good idea,” said the toad. “You’ve got to find the place where the time is different, for one thing.”
“But how can I do that?” wailed Tiffany. “You can’t see time!”
She stuck her arms through the entrance hole and pulled herself up into the fresh air.
There was a big old clock in the farmhouse, and the time on it got set once a week. That is, when her father went to the market in Creel Springs, he made a note of the position of the hands on the big clock there, and when he got home, he moved the hands on their clock to the same position. It was really just for show, anyway. Everyone took their time from the sun, and the sun couldn’t go wrong.
Now Tiffany lay among the trunks of the old thorn bushes, whose leaves rustled continuously in the breeze. The mound was like a little island in the endless turf; late primroses and even a few ragged foxgloves grew up here in the shelter of the thorn roots.
“She could have just told me where to look,” she said.
“But she didn’t know where it would be,” said the toad. “She just knew the signs to look for.”
Tiffany rolled over carefully and stared up at the sky between the low branches. It’ll shine out, the kelda had said….
ld kelda fell silent. William the gonnagle inflated the bag of his mousepipes and blew into one of the tubes. Tiffany felt the bubbling in her ears of music too high-pitched to hear.
After a few moments Fion leaned over the bed to look at her mother, then started to cry.
Rob Anybody turned and looked up at Tiffany, his eyes running with tears. “Could I just ask ye to go out intae the big chamber, kelda?” he said, quietly. “We ha’ things to do, ye ken how it is….”
Tiffany nodded and, with great care, feeling pictsies scuttle out of her way, backed out of the room. She found a corner where she didn’t seem to be in anyone’s way and sat there with her back to the wall.
She’d expected a lot of “waily waily waily,” but it seemed the death of the kelda was too serious for that. Some Feegles were crying, and some were staring at nothing, and as the news spread, the tiered hall filled up with a wretched, sobbing silence….
…The hills had been silent on the day Granny Aching died.