One Spared to the Sea - Orkney

 

It has been many years since Willie Westness of Over-the-Watter on the isle of Sanday was out digging lugworms for bait, in that little sandy bay on the eastern side of Elsness. When his pail was filled, the tide had still not yet turned. The trink was still safe to cross, and he thought to look for driftwood further up the shore. Now he heard a cry coming from the rocks - a sob like that of a woman in pain which grew into a loud, odd sound and died down into a moan.


It seemed to be coming from the geo, a little inlet that was hid behind the rocks and was covered at high tide. Out in the deep waters a large seal had raised its head and was listening,  and watching closely. Willie moved quietly towards the geo. As he came round the rocks that had been hiding  it, he saw there lying on the stone, another big seal. At her side was a newborn seal-pup. He ran down the rocks and the mother-seal fled. The seal splashed into the sea, but the seal-pup still lay there helpless by his feet. It wriggled when he took it up but then pressed itself against him.


I'll take it as a playmate for the bairn, Willie thought. And I'll keep it in the little loch at Over-the-Watter. On the edge of the rocks the mother-seal swam and cried in her sorrow.. When Willie looked back, she was hauling herself awkwardly out of the water to lay wailing on the rocks, with her big round eyes filled with tears. He looked down and the seal-pup looked back up at him with its soft, large, brown eyes. It pulled at his sleeve. Its peedie smooth round head was just like a baby's. . .


"Ach, selkie", said Willie to the seal-mother, "take thee bairn then and be gone away wi' ye!". He put the seal-pup down near the water's edge and he watched as the seal came to fetch it. Then he picket up his bucket full of lugworrns and went back over the trink as  the tide was beginning to turn.


Nine years later, Willie Westness'  family had grown to four. One bright day the three littlest were wading for cockles on the little sandy bay. They knew all to well that they should not cross over the trink as the water came in fast and deep with the high-tide. Yet they remembered hearing their father say that the cockles were better over there than in the bay itself. So after a bit of disagreement, they went over.  "We won't be long," said the eldest named Johnny,.  "We'll be right back," said Jeanie, his sister. There were plenty of cockles so they went on collecting them. When the bucket was almost full, they headed back. But now the tide was coming in fast. The trink was wider than went they crossed. "Quick!" said Johnny "Quick!". But while they shouted at him and pulled on him, their little brother Tam's poor legs just could not go over the rocks any quicker. With every passing moment the waters deepened. It was around their ankles when the to littlest ones started to cry and to clutch each other for comfort. Johnny stood and looked around, seeing the sea rising about him. He called out but no one could be seen across the trink to come and help them. All the while the waters rose.


Then the children heard a soft voice singing near to them. From up behind them two people had appeared - two grey-cloaked women that they had not seen before, although Sanday is not a large island.


"Come here, bairns," said the elder of the women, with a round and friendly face, and big round brown eyes. "Come here, before it is too late for you" She held little Tam and Jeanie by their hands and walked them straight through the water which was now up to the eight of their knees. It came up to their waists as they crossed the trink. And then up to their necks. But the grey-cloaked woman held them tight, and they made it back to dry land. They looked back and saw their brother being lead by the hand by the younger woman. In her other hand she held the bucket of cockles they had all but forgotten.


"All is now well," said the older woman smiling at them. The younger woman smiled softly and gazed at them warmly with her big brown eyes. The older woman looked at them seriously and said "Take your father this message from me, and be sure not to forget it". - she repeated this to be sure the children had it in their heads -  "Say to your father, Willie Westness, that he should remember nine summers ago. Say to him that One Spared to the Sea is Three Spared to the Land."


She made the children say this over and again so they would not forget -

 

"One Spared to the Sea is Three Spared to the Land."

 

"Away with you bairns! Go home to your family" said the old grey-cloaked woman
"And dunno go pass the trink again - I only come the once for you".  With this she gave them a prod homewards . Off they ran. They looked back and saw that the tide had come in and was now high over the rocks where they had been. But they could not see the two grey-cloaked women, just a pair of seals swimming towards the point of Elsness.

 

Source : A story from the isle of Sanday, Orkney. Retold here by Shaun D. L. Brassfield-Thorpe.