Merciful
heaven, those iron hinges do shriek, do they not? Perhaps one of
the lassies will remember WD40 next time she goes to market. Some
of these modern inventions are quite useful. Oh, where have my manners
gone? Enter, good friend, and be at ease; you are most heartily
welcome within this hall. Some of the MacWoWs have already gathered
and will be the happier for your addition to their company.
Who
am I? Alas, did I fail to introduce myself? I crave pardon; wits
will go awandering when
they are as old as mine! My name is Grissail, daughter of Iain MacLeod,
who was faithful steward to The MacLeod of Castle MacLeod, as it
was then, may they continue to rest in peace as they have these
past seven centuries..
Why
look you with startled eye? Had you not realized I am the Castle
Ghost? I had come to believe that everyone in these times expects
castles to be haunted! Perhaps you find me insufficiently wraith-like
for my part? Blame for that belongs to the current residents, I
fear. They are remarkably fond of a comfit they call Emanem and
leave dishes filled with the delectable scarlet morsels all over
the castle. The essence is as injurious to the waistline as the
substance, I have learned to my cost!
Or
perhaps it is the absence of clanking chains and ceaseless moaning
which misled you? Indeed, I do not know how it is that we spirits
came to be cast in invariably doleful mold. What, pray, have I,
spending eternity in the place dearest to my heart, to sigh for?
Come; allow me to show you a little of this venerable pile where
I lived my entire mortal life, and you will understand my happy
haunting.
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