that the lad had built. There was a fire on the hearth and a shining kettle singing on the hob. And on the shelf above the fire was a clock that the lad had brought from the town, ticking busily beside the sea kingâs pearl ring.
One day the lad came in and caught the lass with the ring upon her finger. She was holding up her hand and looking at the ring.
âWhat are you doing there!â he asked sharply.
She jumped and looked frighted. âOch!â said she. âI was just having a look at it!â
âWell, put it away and do not do so again!â he ordered, going on out to the shed to put his gear away.
âTill you give me leave,â she said softly to his back. But he didnât hear her. She slipped the ring from her finger and laid it back in its place on the shelf by the clock.
When he came back she said to him, âIâll soon be leaving here.â
âYou will!â said he. âWhy will you then?â
âThe year and the day will soon be up and youâll be going to fetch your own true love,â she told him.
âYouâd best stay here,â said the lad.
âOch, Iâd not be liking to do that,â she said.
âWhere can you go then?â he asked her.
âBack to my fatherâs house,â said she.
âAre you not afraid to go back there?â he asked.
âNay! Iâm a lot older now,â said she. âI can look after myself.â
âA lot older!â he scoffed. ââTis but a year thatâs gone by and hardly that!â
âHappen Iâm a lot wiser then,â said the lass. âIâll go there anyway.â
So he said no more about it nor did she.
But a few days later she rose at dayâs dawning and made herself a packet of all she had of her own in the world. There was little enough to take. Just her comb and an apron or two sheâd made for herself, a knot of ribbon and a kerchief heâd brought her from the town, and her nightshift. When sheâd packed them all, she took the bundle under her arm and laid her shawl over her shoulders. Then she went out to the lad. She took the chart from the shelf behind the clock and laid it before him where he sat at the table. And she marked the last days off.
âAll of the days of your waiting are over today,â said she. âYouâll be going to claim your own true love tomorrow. So Iâll wish you well and bid you farewell!â
Then she walked past him and out of the house.
He sat there for a long while staring at the door through which she had gone, like a man who has heard something but not believed his ears. When he jumped up at last and went to the door to look after her, she was out of sight.
The lad went back and sat down again in the place where heâd been sitting when she went away. All that day he did not go out in his boat nor move from his chair. He thought over all the days that had gone by since the day he caught the mermaid in his net. It took him all the hours of the day to do it. When he was through, he went to bed.
The next morning he got up at break of dawn and dressed himself in the best he had. He took the sea kingâs ring from the shelf and tucked it into his pocket, and started off to claim his own true love.
But it wasnât down to his boat he went, to sail back home. Instead, he turned away from the sea, and walked inland the same way the lass had gone the day before.
She was walking in her fatherâs garden when she saw him coming up the road. When he got up to her and spoke to her, she turned red and white by turns. But she spoke right up to him.
âI thought you had gone to claim your own true love,â said she.
âI have so!â said he. âThatâs what Iâm doing here!â And he took the sea kingâs ring from his pocket and held it out to her.
âWill you have it?â he asked her. âAnd me with it, of course!â
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