Sunday, June 27, 2010

A Tale from Cair Paravel: The Selkie



I have only seen a Selkie once.

I was seventeen, walking alone along the quiet, rock-strewn beach of a sleepy little English town. He was shirtless, sitting chest-deep in the water with his face to the sea, his hair black and ragged around his shoulders. Something about him, his stillness, his bareness even though the water was cold and the wind was blowing, the way he sat almost silhouetted against the coast and the rocks, caught my attention. I slowed to a stop, and putting aside my usual caution, slipped my camera from my coat pocket to snap a picture of him.

With the click of the camera he spun around to face me. I had taken him for a villager or tourist, or one of those wandering students who always seem to be backpacking around Europe like gypsies and camping under the stars. But I saw his face, saw his hipbones naked over the the top of the rock he clung to, saw the fierceness in the set of his shoulders and the wildness in his eyes and instantly I knew he was none of those things.

His gaze swept over me like a wave and then darted away to settle on the silvery-wet seal skill that lay on the rocks just a few feet away from me. I gazed at it almost stupidly, breathless, so numb with little-girl excitement that I could barely think. Then suddenly his eyes were boring into me, dark and wary and afraid. He stood frozen over the rock, motionless save for the damp swinging of his hair in the wind, and neither of us breathed.

I cannot say that for a moment I didn't consider stealing his skin. The thought of whisking him away with me to be my beautiful, sea-born husband was rather delightful. But I was not even old enough to leave home, and had little money. There was no way on earth I could ever support him, and even if I could, my home was far away, and mired between endless miles of land, without even the taste of ocean-water in the air. What kind of life would that be, I thought, trapped so far from the sea, so far from his home? And I knew then that to take his seal-skin would be to kill his spirit, and I knew I could never be so cruel

So I smiled instead, and took a few steps back. Immediately his face softened, his eyes bright with understanding, and at last we both let go of the breath we'd been holding. A wonderful grin of relief came over his face, and my heart skipped a beat. Then he turned away, sliding back into the sea until the waves came up over his arms. I turned away then, too, and moved down along the beach the way I had come. When I glanced back again a few minutes later he was gone, with nothing but fading ripples to show he had been there at all.

It was hours before I could bear to look at the photo I'd taken. I was filled with horrible dread, certain I would turn on my camera and find nothing but ocean, or at best a grainy Bigfoot-blur. But when at last I was brave enough to look, I found him just as he had been at that moment; twisting round to look at me, shoulders tensed, his face lost in the windy sweep of his hair.




Photo by http://hannahandlandon.blogspot.com/

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

WOW! you are a really good writer, i love the way you post your thoughts :)

Ki Mo said...

wow :D

Carrie A Ryman said...

Beautiful. I love your writing and the honesty of your heart that you so eagerly share with others. I will be following you from here on in. I, too, am a writer and inspired by other writers when I see a good one.

Carrie A Ryman said...

Beautiful. I love your writing and the honesty of your heart that you so eagerly share with others. I will be following you from here on in. I, too, am a writer and inspired by other writers when I see a good one.

Forgot to say: I love The Selkie!! I believe you really saw him!

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