The Wicker Man Page #2

The sky was blue

the wind was still

The moon was shining clearly

I set her down

with right good will

Among the rigs of barley

I kenned her heart

with all my own

I loved her most sincerely

I kissed her o'er

and o'er again

Among the rigs of barley

- Good afternoon!

- I like your rabbits.

Those are hares, not silly old rabbits.

Lovely march hares.

Can I help you?

- Mrs. Morrison- mrs. May Morrison?

- Yes.

- Sergeant Howie, West Highland police.

- Oh, my!

Did you come over in that aeroplane

that I saw flying round?

- Aye, that's right.

- What, just to see me?

Well, no, not exactly.

I'm making inquiries

about your daughter.

- We understand that she's missing.

- Missing? My daughter?

- Aye. You do have a daughter.

- Yes.

- And that's her?

- Oh, never.

I tell you no.

I think you'd better

come with me.

This is our Myrtle.

She was nine last thursday.

She's not a bit like the girl

in your photograph.

She must be at least

13 or 14, surely.

Myrtle, say hello.

This is Sergeant- oh!

- Howie.

- Oh.

- Hello, Myrtle.

How do you do? Look, mummy, I'm drawing a hare.

- Ah.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Hello.

- Here you are. You can fill in the

ears in gray. Oh, sorry.

Thank you, Myrtle.

Myrtle, do you-

do you know Rowan?

Of course I do.

- You do?

- 'Course I do, silly.

- Uh, do you know where she is now?

- In the fields.

She runs and plays there all day.

Does she?

Do you think she'll be coming back for tea?

Tea? Hares don't

have tea, silly.

- Hares?

- She's a hare.

Rowan's a hare.

She has a lovely time.

- Well, tell me-

- Well, now, Sergeant.

You will stay and have

a cup of tea, won't you?

- Oh, well, yes, yes, please.

- Good.

- That's very kind of you.

- Um, not at all.

It must be thirsty work, asking all those questions, eh?

- Ah, aye.

- Hello.

- Good evening. Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Hello again.

- Are you the landlord here?

- Aye.

I'm Alder Macgreagor. And you must be

the policeman from the mainland.

Aye, that's right. Sergeant Howie,

West Highland constabulary.

I'm quite obviously not going

to get back to the mainland tonight

so I wondered if you had a room and

a bite of supper I could have.

- Could you manage that?

- Aye, I think that can be arranged.

My daughter Willow will show you to your room.

Willow!

Father?

This is Sergeant Howie,

a policeman from the mainland,

who will be spending

the night with us.

- This is my daughter, Willow.

- Good evening.

Show the Sergeant

to his room, would you?

Much has been said

of the strumpets of yore

Of wenches and bawdy

house queens by the score

But I sing of a baggage

that we all adore

The landlord's daughter

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