Am fear eile ~Outlander~

~Chapter Fourty two~ Skye

Jamie went to see Ned and I actually wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day. But Mrs Fitz had other plans in mind as she waked me up to dress.
So I walked towards the gardens by going through the Kitchen. Hopefully catching a glimps of Laoghaire and mine luck was on mine side.
"Laoghaire," I called her and she looked up. "We need to talk."
She looked very innocent but I knew she knows why I needed her.  "If ye hae hings tae say. Say it noo. Ah hae chores tae tend tae,"
"An Ill wish Laoghaire. Does that sound familiar to you?" I asked and she shook her head.
"Why should it?" Still as innocent as she tried to be but I was not falling for it.
"Because you placed it under mine pillow," I answered.
"How come wid a'm needin' tae dae sic thing," she asked and I shook mine head.
"Because I know you have deep feelings for Jamie," I fired towards her. "And when tender regard is denied, it can be very painful, especially in one so young as yourself," I took a deep breath. "I even understand your jealousy towards me, even though I never conspired to take Jamie from you. The truth is he was never yours to begin with."
"That's a lie," she sounded like she was on the brink of crying. "Jamie Fraser wis 'n' is mines. 'n' ye did us baith th' wrong past bearing whin ye stole him awa' fae me."
"Your mistaken, child," I said not impressed by her since she was 10 years younger than me and more naive than a donkey.
"Mah poor Jamie, trapped in a loveless mairriage, forced tae share his bed wi' a cold Dutch bitch," she said as mine blood begin to boil and mine hands began to tingle. "He mist hae tae git his-sel swine blootert every night afore he kin staun tae plow yer field." She stepped closer to me and before I could help myself I gave her a hard bitchslap across her face.
She laid her hand on her cheek and looked shocked towards me but I couldn't feel any remorse.
"I wish I could say sorry for it but I don't," I said as coldly as she had done before.
She removed her hand and looked at me. "Aye, Ah did pat that ill-wish under yer pillow, in th' hawp it wid mak' jamie hate ye as much as ah dae." She confessed. "He belongs tae me, 'n' yin day, it wull be sae," tears formed in her eyes and again it left me cold.
"Well, I hope the price you pay wasn't that high," I said. "Because that will never happen,"
"Ye're wrong," Laoghaire shook her head. "Ye're wrong aboot Jamie,"
I decide to ignore her about it. "Who sold you it?"
She smiled now sinister. "Geillis,"
I took a deep breath and made a mental note to visited the lady. "Just stay away from me," I hissed. "And mine husband, because I'm far more capable that just a slap and a Ill-wish to make your life a hell," I turned around and walked away leaving the girl alone. With mine handprint on her cheek as a reminder.

I arrived in Cranesmuir later that day and I went to the house of Geillis. But her husband, a fat man who was the procurator fiscal of Cranesmuir and had a gastric complaints, told me she wasn't home.
Her maid told me where she was. Since it was full moon tonight I had to search for her in the woods and so I did.
As I wandered trough the dark woods only guided by mine lamp and the moon I felt stupid.
I only wanted to confront her about the Ill-wish and here I was wandering throug a wood without letting everybody now where I was.
I heared strange muttering and I walked towards it. Only to find Geillis dancing around in a circle of bonfires in a kind of erotic way.
It reminded me of a Druides ceremony, only the ones I had seen in mine own time where more civilized than this, since Geillis was now in the stated of undressing herself and moaning like she played in an adult film.
"Ye kin come oot noo, Greer," she said as she laid panted on the ground and I came from behind the tree I was hiding.
She rolled on her stomach."Ah tought ah heared some rusheling in th' bushes." she rolled back on her back. "Bit then again, ah aye lik' tae imagine someone is peepin' me,"
Feeling uncomfortable to look at her naked chest I looked somewhere else. I always tought she was weird but this only feuled it more.
"Ye could have joined me, ye ken," she sat up.
"No thank you, I don't feel anything for it." I looked at the fire. "Your pregnant?"  I said in hope to change the subject.
"Tis mines ain wee secret fur months noo, nae even Arthur kens." It worked as she stood up and started to dress herself again.
"It's his child, why doesn't he know?" I asked and she started to laugh.
"It's nae his," she smiled. "Ah have a lover."
Not really wanting to go down that path either I looked away from her.
"I'm not here for gossip of small chats," I said and she turned around.
"I ken," she smiled and walked towards the fires to put them out.
"Why did you gave Laoghaire that Ill-wish?" I asked straight away and she looked up.
"'twas fur ye?" she asked suprised and I nodded. "Ah promise ye Greer, if ah knew 'twas fur ye. Ah wid ne'er sold her th' ill-wish,"
"Well you did and she used it," I said as I saw the moon started to decent behind the trees and hills.
"Weel, it coudnae dae muckle harm, she didnae spoke th' spell ower it whin she placed it," she chuckled and I looked at her.
"How would you know?" I asked supicious.
"Fur ah ne'er tellt her that." She stood up and suddenly I heared a small cry in the distance.
Which sounded very familiar into mine ears as the crying of a newborn baby.
"There is a baby in the woods," I wanted to walk into the direction of it but Geillis stopped me.
"Greer, that's a fairy hill,' she warned me suddenly she looked frightened. "That bairn is na human bairn, that is a changeling."
I knew the stories of the changelings, it was a Highland Folklore and I remembered seeing a painting of it in the Kelvingrove museum in Glasgow.
But that was just it a myth and a painting, nothing more and if I let that child up there it would die from the cold.
"I have to go," I said but she stopped.
"Greer please!" She begged but I refused to listen and ran up the dark hill towards the sound of the crying.