Chapter Five

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After Miss McLean's fall into the marsh, the fishing expedition that Lieutenant Jackson had proposed the night before fell through. Nico was relieved. He disliked fishing, especially on hot afternoons. It was nearly October, why was it so warm out? The sun was blinding.
Nico decided to go for walk and explore the grounds of Skye Castle. The castle was surrounded by its famous rose gardens, which featured roses in every size and color growing around small marble temples to different classical gods. A round building made from yellow ochre served as a temple to Apollo. It had a domed ceiling and a portico which resembled a sunburst.

Nico stopped there to rest and get out of the sun

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Nico stopped there to rest and get out of the sun. From his seat, he could see that beyond the rose garden there was a small pond shaded by rocky cliffs and willow trees. He thought that it would be pleasant to take a walk by this pond.

Upon closer inspection, Nico noticed that carved into the grayish-white stone of the cliffs were windows and doors, marking it out as a sort of dwelling. Stone steps lead up to its entrance.

The cliffs were overgrown with yellow roses

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The cliffs were overgrown with yellow roses. These roses were in full bloom and smelt slightly of lemon.

Nico reached out to pick some, thinking that Hazel might like a bouquet

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Nico reached out to pick some, thinking that Hazel might like a bouquet.
"Janet has kilted her green kirtle
a little above her knee," a male voice sang, "And she has braided her yellow hair little above her breast,"
Nico stopped to listen. The voice was low, sweet, and lilting with a thick northern accent. Normally, a human voice would have disturbed the stillness of nature but this song blended in with the chirping of the birds, the whistling of the wind through the trees, and the babbling of the waterfall which tumbled down the cliffs into the pond.
"And she's away to Carterhaugh as fast as she can go. When she came to carterhaugh, Tam Lin was at the well,
and there she found his steed standing,
but he was away himself."
A/N Tam Lin is a British folk ballad originating from the English/Scottish border area. It was originally written in a thick dialect (I did my best to translate the lyrics into something which made sense) but my personal favorite version is the one recorded by Anaïs Mitchell which is the first one I listened to.)

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