Sunset Song Page #5

I'm going to live on at Blawearie a while

and not roup the gear at once.

Could you see to that with the factor?

But you cannae live there alone.

Oh, no, I've no such intention.

Could you get me some woman

to come live with me,

some old body who'd be glad of the work?

Oh, God, there are plenty of them.

Oh, it'll just be for a month or two,

just till I'm settled.

There's Mistress Melon.

I'll send her down in the morn.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Miss Guthrie.

Are you up for the day?

Aye. Och, aye, just that.

I'm up to the inn for dinner.

Aye.

Maybe... Maybe we could eat together?

Aye.

So you're in no hurry to be back?

Not unless you should be, no.

Tired, Chrissie?

Losh, no.

And my name's Chris, Ewan.

Are you all right, Chrissie?

Yes, fine!

Chris!

Chris, where are you?

- Chris!

- Chrissie?

- Chris!

- Chrissie?

I'll see to the horses.

Take her back to my house.

In you come. God, Chris.

Get out of your coat,

you must be fair soaked.

Ewan, I've nothing on below.

- What, nothing at all?

- Not very much, Chae.

- You can slip into that.

- But Mistress Strachan?

The old wife's in bed.

She'd sleep through a hundred storms.

Through there, get off your things.

Bring them to dry. I'll have something

warm for you both to drink.

You'll get your death of cold.

Sit closer.

God, Chris. Was that all you had on?

Aye.

I'll see you back to Blawearie.

Are you warm enough?

Fine.

Oh, don't.

Wait, Ewan.

Come up to see me tomorrow evening.

Chris...

will you marry me?

You're in fine tune this morning.

Aye, Uncle. I am that.

How did the horses fare in the storm?

I took them into the barn.

Ewan Tavendale helped me.

Ach, it's plain you've nae need

for relatives here.

I only pray you don't come to disaster.

No need to cry about it yet, Auntie Janet.

Ewan and I haven't lain together.

We'll wait... till we're married.

He's to marry you, then?

I hope so.

But you never know.

Morning.

I'll drive you both to the station.

I'll bring back Mistress Melon.

Walk on. Walk on.

Go on.

Now Blawearie was hers...

and she Blawearie's.

And in all of the days to come,

her heart would beat in this land.

And she would be content.

- Where'll I put my box, mem?

- Oh, inside.

Maybe you'll stay to dinner, Chae?

Oh, aye, fine that.

God.

That was right fine, Chris.

Is there any more on the go?

Good Lord, Chris.

They'll right soon be after you,

the lads, with your eyes like that.

How will we partition the work, mem?

Oh, um, you do the cooking and

the cleaning, and I'll see to the rest.

- Aye, mem.

- And my name's Chris.

We're no gentry.

We'll have to wait to get married.

I've got no more than 100 saved.

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