I Know Where I'm Going! Page #5

- Oh, but they give so much work.

Not my guests.

Torquil, these are friends,

they've taken Sorne -

the English family Robinson.

- This is Joan Webster.

- How do you do, Miss Webster?

- How do you do?

- Hope you've got a long leave.

- Six more days.

- Well, it's far enough from the war here.

Plates, Torquil.

- Anything else, ma'am?

- No, thank you, Murdoch.

One, two, three, four, five

and half for the little one.

Torquil, this lady will be

the mistress of your house.

(Plates crash)

l hope you'll be very happy there.

- l'm sure l shall.

- Are you the owner of Kiloran?

Really! How interesting.

We nearly took Kiloran ourselves

but we found it just a little too expensive!

Your agent asked an enormous rent.

That's the only income l ever get

from Kiloran.

You see, for three years' rent

l can live there myself for six.

- Everybody saccharin?

- Rebecca.

Yes, please.

lf l let my house l should never live

to enjoy the money.

You'll outlive us all! Achnacroish is

a breeding place for Methuselahs!

- Look at Campbell.

- ls that who's giving the ceilidh?

- Martin's invited.

- Campbell's diamond wedding.

- Quite a start on you, my dear.

- l'll catch up.

- l shall put in an appearance later.

- But bridge first.

Yes, bridge first.

- Have you ever seen Highland dancing?

- No, never.

You ought to see our Oban gathering

in peacetime.

lt's not so big or famous

as Braemar or lnverness

but it has its own quality.

- You came through Oban?

- Yes, the harbour was wonderful,

and that lovely green island.

lmagine it full of yachts, big and small.

And there's racing

and Highland games all day.

And at night...at night they give a ball.

- (Pipers playing)

- You can't imagine how wonderful it is.

The Assembly Rooms are all hung

with special hangings in dark red,

and the women wear tiaras,

those that have them,

and the place blazes with jewels.

The men - the men are more splendid

than the women. (Laughs)

With their velvet doublets

and scarlet waistcoats,

their lace cuffs and jabots,

their buttons of gold and silver,

their cairngorms,

their buckle shoes and their filibegs

of every shade and colour.

And the pipes play, and we dance,

we dance all night!

- (People whooping, pipes playing)

- Till the sun shines through the curtains.

Lovely.

What does filibeg mean?

The kilt. Really the little kilt,

as worn nowadays.

Now, what about bridge?

Joan doesn't play.

- Do you play, Mr MacNeil.

- l'm sorry, no.

(Pipes playing)

You'll see more from the ladder.

Could you go up further for the lady?

- The lady can have my place.

- Thanks.

Here you are.

- Better?

- Much.

One, two, three, four,

one, two, three, four.

Come on, Martin,

it's a schottische not a minuet.

Three pipers. They must have come over

from the mainland.

(Music stops)

- Oh!

- (Girl) Och, that was fine.

Could you dance the schottische?

- l think so.

- Good.

- l suppose we ought to go back.

- Oh, no hurry.

(Singing in Gaelic)

Friends and neighbours! A hundred

thousand blessings on my parents.

- (Cheering)

- They are 61 years married this day.

Peace and happiness be with them,

the pride of the great clan Campbell.

(All hum)

The Campbells are comin', oho, oho!

The Campbells are comin', oho, oho!

The Campbells are comin'

to bonny Lochleven

The Campbells are comin', oho, oho!

The Campbells are comin', oho, oho!

The Campbells are comin', oho, oho!

The Campbells are comin'

to bonny Lochleven

The Campbells are comin', oho!

- (Cheering)

- Speech! Speech!

- Come on, Mr Campbell.

- (Man shouts in Gaelic)

(Laughter)

(Wind howling)

Well...

No, no, no, no.

(Woman singing in Gaelic)

How about we go outside

and have a little ceilidh on our own?

Och, Kenny!

- l went down to Erraig this morning.

- l know.

l went into Moy Castle.

Did you?

- Shall l tell you what it's like inside?

- Yes, please.

lt's just as you told me in the story.

l saw the hall where MacNeil feasted and

the dungeon in the thickness of the wall.

lt's awful.

And on the ramparts there's a stone...

- With a curse written on it.

- You've been inside.

No, but l was young once, l had a nanny.

- No.

- Mm-hm.

Anyway, l've read it.

lt's a terrible strong curse.

Terrible.

Now you know why MacNeil dreads

to enter the castle.

Careful.

Kenny, don't be silly, it's only you l love.

You do?

(Song continues)

(Audience hum answering phrase)

(Shouts in Gaelic) Come and get it!

- Scones?

- Aye!

Excuse me, is it not MacNeil of Kiloran?

- Yes, and you'll be a Campbell.

- John Campbell.

- l must tell Father you're here.

- No, you won't.

- A MacNeil at the Campbells' ceilidh?

- (Laughs)

Hey!

(Sings drunkenly in Gaelic)

Just a minute! Later on, Hughie, later on!

Alistair! Ho Ro Mo Nighean

Donn Bhoidheach.

Ho ro mo nighean donn Bhoidheach...

That's a fine song.

Nut-brown Maiden. Do you know it?

Tune up, pipers!

lt goes, ''Ho ro, my nut-brown maiden,

''Hi-ri, my nut-brown maiden.

''Ho ro ro ro, maiden,

''You're the maid for me.''

(Pipers playing)

Kiloran! ls that yourself, sir?

ls this the way to treat an old friend

on the day of his diamond wedding?

We didn't want to intrude, Mr Campbell.

Here's length of good life

to you and Mrs Campbell.

Thank you indeed, Kiloran. lntrude, is it?

You and your lady must come and meet

Mrs Campbell and have a dram with us.

- Torquil, l must go.

- You can't go now,

it's going to be a grand ceilidh,

just grand!

lt's very good of you

but Kiloran knows l must get back.

- Kiloran knows nothing of the sort.

- You must see the dancing, my lady.

l saw perfectly well from here, thank you.

You've seen nothing yet, my lady.

We've got three pipers. Three of 'em!

They were ordered by the rich man

on Kiloran

but it's just my luck they couldn't get -

it was the gale stopped them.

Cheer up, they are your pipers.

How do you do, Mrs Campbell?

This is Miss Webster.

- Good night.

- Excuse me, miss. And you, sir.

May l be allowed to say that you were

the best dancers at the ceilidh?

Thank you, Martin.

(Wind howling)

(Joan) 'Please, please God.

'You know how important it is

for me to get to Kiloran.

'Please.

'Let the gale drop.

'Or let me get to the island somehow.

'Please.

'Please.'

(Wind howling)

(Speaks Gaelic)

- Morning, Bridie.

- Hello, Kiloran.

- Hello, Kenny.

- Good morning, Miss Webster.

- Wind's backing a bit.

- lt's not blowing near so hard.

Och, yes, tomorrow we'll be crossing

to Kiloran. Or maybe the day after.

- But not today?

- Himself is going to Tobermory

- to see the dentist.

- Tooth aching?

No, but there's no saying

when the next gale'll be.

- lt's only then himself has the time.

- Ah.

Saw you at the ceilidh.

How old are you, Bridie?

- l'll be 1 7.

- You'll be marrying soon.

When the right man comes along.

- How old are you, Kenny?

- 18.

Getting on. Not thinking of taking a wife?

Oh, l'll be called up soon.

But anyway, l'd have to wait

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