The Three Lives of Thomasina Page #7

At least, that's the way

she sees it.

I think the trouble lies

deeper than that.

You were the only human focus

for her love.

That's why her shock of

disappointment in you was so great.

Andrew, have you ever thought

of getting married again?

No.

You need another focus

for your love

Besides the child,

and Mary needs a mother.

It's too late for me

to fall in love again.

Oh... So you've seen

Lori Macgregor.

Aye, I've seen her.

What do you make of her?

Don't know.

She, uh, she has a-a

strange way with her,

A strange skill

that's instinctive.

I don't understand how she

lives out there, cut off, alone,

And yet doesn't seem

to be alone.

You should see her

again, Andrew.

Maybe she could teach you

that rare virtue.

You're in need of it,

my friend, great need of it.

Good night, angus.

Hello, Miss Macgregor.

So he came to see Lori,

But putting a stop

to what she was doing

Soon went out of his mind,

And he kept on

coming to see her.

I've learned a great deal

watching you.

If only I had

the skill you have.

But you've a way of taking the

fear out of these wild creatures,

Making them trust you,

that I wish I had.

But I'm a witch, remember?

Aye, you must be.

You cast some kind

of a spell on them.

I love them all.

When they're lost

or strayed or alone in pain,

That's what they need.

I feel for them.

And you, with all

your skill - do you?

I give them what I have,

my knowledge of what to do.

I do my job.

Is that all it is to you?

You must have chosen

to become a veterinary.

No, my-my father

was one himself.

He chose it for me,

And he was a man

that you didn't cross.

No, all my life,

I wanted to be a doctor,

Dreamed of it

and worked for it.

You must have put a spell on me

to make me tell you that.

Except for my wife,

I've never told another soul.

Only she knew.

"knew"?

Aye, she's dead now,

about five years ago.

You say you believe in

providence and in God's mercy,

And you wonder

why I don't?

How can you not?

I loved my wife.

She did nothing but good.

She went out nursing the sick

in an epidemic,

Caught the sickness herself,

and died.

"the Will of God is

inscrutable," they told me.

"God is love," they told me.

Which is true.

That's what she believed,

Yet the God who's supposed

to be love allowed her to die.

And therefore

you reject him?

Because your love died,

his love has no truth?

Is that what you mean?

Ask yourself that

when you've known pain.

I saw both my parents drown,

Andrew, in a storm at sea,

But my Faith

didn't die with them,

And they wouldn't have

wished it. I know that.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Forgive?

I'm glad you told me

of yourself

And I told you.

Aye.

I'm glad, too.

I must go now.

The man's coming back gave me

that feeling once again

Of there having been

some other time,

Some other place...

And one night

it came to a head.

It was as if something

was pulling me,

Drawing me on

And on and on.

I knew the way somehow,

Although I didn't know why

or where I was going.

Thomasina.

Thomasina!

Thomasina! Thomasina!

Come back!

Thomasina!

Thomasina!

Thomasina!

Thomasina!

Mary!

Mary!

Thomasina!

Thomasina.

Thomasina.

No, no!

Let me go! I saw her!

I saw her! Let me go!

You were right

to call me.

She's in bad shock.

Could turn to pneumonia.

I see signs of it now.

I've done all I can

for the moment.

I'll be around

first thing in the morning.

Thank you, Strathsay.

What should I do?

Keep taking her temperature

every hour or so.

It's just

over 100 now.

If it gets any higher,

let me know at once.

I won't leave her. Show

the doctor out, Mrs. Mack.

You better get out of those

wet things. You'll catch cold.

I heard the shouting,

saw the doctor arrive.

Glad you came, angus.

I'm worried sick.

If she should catch

pneumonia...

Aye, that's a great battle

For a wee bairn

to fight alone.

Pray for her, Andrew.

Pray for God's help

and mercy.

Pray.

Yes, pray, because if ever

there was a man

In need of mercy,

it is you.

You know I'm not a one

for praying,

For goin' down on my knees.

Well, pray

on your feet, man.

It's what's in your heart

and mind that matters,

Not whether

you kneel or not,

Though that would be good

for your soul.

It's this stubborn pride

of yours

That has made you live

inside yourself so long.

I've forgotten how to pray.

I can't do it.

I can't feel

the need for it.

Humble yourself, Andrew.

Humble yourself.

If you love the child,

Pray for her.

Oh, Thomasina,

where have you been?

I didn't know.

From the present

back into the past,

To the present again,

Where I was safe,

Protected,

And loved.

Where are you boys

going?

Further up the Glen,

granny. Well, you're not to.

They say in the village

there's a witch up here.

She'll put

the evil eye on you.

make way!

yah!

Hah! Hah!

Right, you devil.

You'll pay for this.

Come on!

What's he gonna do

to the horse?

Let's go and see.

Aye.

Darvas, put the bear

to his paces

And wake him up.

come on, get out.

Get out. Go on. Go!

all right, get him out.

Get him out!

Down you come.

Down!

Come on.

Now this way. Up.

Up now.

Come on, up and dance.

Come on, up! Up!

Up and dance.

Come on, you blackguard.

Get up and dance now!

This one's worse

than the other.

The bear can hardly walk,

let alone dance.

What are you doing under there? Get 'em!

Come on, boys, get 'em!

One gettin' away.

The other one's...

Got him down.

All right!

Let him go!

Come back here, you.

Get back to work!

Mr. Macquarrie, sir, there's

some gypsies in the Glen,

And you've got to do

something about them.

They're beating horses, and

there's half-starved dogs

And a poor bear with

a sore foot. It's true!

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

One at a time. Now.

We were up there watching them.

They're beating their animals.

Oh, they're awful people, sir.

You've got to arrest them,

Mr. Macquarrie.

I've already told them to

leave the district and move on.

I gave them until tomorrow

while they rest their horses.

rest them? You should

see what they're doing.

You bring me a complaint from the

proper person, and I'll act on it.

I don't take orders

from a lot of children.

What proper person?

The county officer

concerned

With cruelty to beasts -

Mr. Macdhui.

Mr. Macdhui?

Uh-oh, what's this?

How's Mary, please, sir?

We're sorry that she's sick.

Aye, she's very sick.

We hope she'll

get better soon.

We Haven't seen

much of her sin...

Since the funeral

of Thomasina.

But we really came to see

you about another matter, sir.

what's that?

To report

cruelty to animals.

There's some gypsies

up in the Glen

With performing animals.

They're awful cruel.

They've got a bear

with a sore foot,

And they make him dance!

Constable Macquarrie said that

if you were to examine them

And report them to him, he

could put a stop to it, sir.

But I thought that my opinion

as an animal doctor

Was no good.

Somebody called Hughie Stirling

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