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Transcript of The Tower Princess
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Every effort has been made to acknowledge the contributors to this book.
This edition was published in 2008.
Design and Project Management by
The Branndon Group
http://thebranndongroup.weebly.com
Story written by Marie Brannigan-Donald
Illustrated by Skye Brannigan, Jayde Brannigan
Copyright © Branndon 2008
All rights reserved
ISBN
Written and Printed in the Western Hebridean Isles
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A very short, simple version of this inspiring story was told to me by Mairi a Jen. Thank you.
I am grateful to her for the spark she planted in my mind. I have embellished it a great deal,
in my own way, so that only a mere fragment remains of her story. Apologies to Mairi a Jen.
It is a century old oral tradition in the Western Hebridean Isle to tell stories. Few of these have been captured in a permanent form.
It would be a great shame if these stories were entirely lost over time.
In the modern age of DVD’s, and DS Gaming, these stories still have a place in entertaining our children
(and us).
Also thanks to my family who tolerate my constant tapping away at the keyboard at all times of the day and night
and for listening to the fruits of my labours with gleams on their faces, and for their encouragement.
Note: This original story is retold as an amateur children’s story and is not meant to be entirely historically correct.
31 Dec 2008
Acknowledgements
n the mists of time, a young Princess was locked up, in a tower.
It was for her own protection, from raping and pillaging Vikings.
This tower was part of a castle on an island,
could it have been Duart on Mull,
or another......Moy or Drimnin ?
She spent her time there, safe from the turmoil
but trapped and forced to listen
to the wails, squeals and struggles
that occurred in and around the castle and
nearby village.
10
She was sometimes choked by the thick, cloying smoke.
As it rose from the torched dwellings roofs
that had been set alight by raiders, it rose upward
and into her tower.
Sometimes she even heard clanging and footsteps
thumping up and down the stairs to the tower.
On occasions she had cowered in darkness
of the far side from the window,
as loud foreign voices
accompanied the deafening thumps
on the thick, wooden door to the tower.
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Luckily her grandfather had, had it fortified very well
years before and it never gave way.
That did not stop the raiders from trying.
Once the invading Vikings had destroyed the village
and parts of the castle,
they took what they wanted
and moved on in their long boats
to new places, to plunder more.
They left only death, injury and destruction,
in their wake.
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She felt angry with the raiders
and longed to chase after them with her own sword.
She had always practised before her tower days
with the stable boys on the haystacks.
She had learnt a few tips on staying alive
whilst they had battered away
with their short, wooden swords & shields,
in their youth.
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In the tower there was a huge broadsword
but it was far too big and heavy for her to lift;
far less protect herself with it.
On quiet days she used to sit by the window
on a small cushioned ledge
and read for hours
and hours in the dim light
that reached her book.
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Her tutor had seen to it
that she was well cared for in that regard.
Hundreds of books lined one of the walls
of the tower behind her bed
and dressing table.
15
She had cupboards of clothes too.
In the very beginning she had dreamed and wondered
how she would ever get to wear those clothes
as many were far to big for her.
Over time as she grew & grew. She did get to wear them.
Beautiful dresses - all of them fit of a princess.
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She used to spend hours brushing her sparkling red hair .
It grew and grew as time passed.
Her once healthy rosy cheeks faded,
as did her freckles;
from lack of summer sun.
When she would plait her long, long hair,
it seemed to take forever.
She tried to remember
all the styles that her mother had taught her.
17
Her parents had visited her in the early days
and then ceased suddenly.
She had not questioned
what she knew to be the cause.
She had cried for weeks; alone and uncomforted.
Until she thought that she would die
of the terrible thirst that pervaded her very being.
18
She missed her parents dreadfully.
She missed her little brother, and her tutor, as well.
She missed the warm, glowing kitchen
where she used to sneak about behind the staff
to sneak odd tidbits.
She was never scolded when caught, they just giggled,
pleased to have a princess in the kitchen.
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Memory and dream faded like day into night.
At least she had her books and she became a pale,
but beautiful young lady there up in the tower.
Educated and catered for but lonely and alone.
The birds used to come and sing for her
and she learnt their songs too.
She loved their different sizes and colours
and how they changed with the seasons.
The winter days were the worst.
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She hibernated through those short, cold days.
Climbing down beneath the thick eiderdown on her bed.
She hid there deep in her bed until
she could no longer hear the fierce winds
that howled for days on end outside.
And there she dreamed and dreamed.
Her hair grew longer and longer
and still no one came to let her out!
21
The key to the tower became lost
during one of the Viking Raids
between all the defending, fleeing, raping and pillaging.
Many people were killed
and many more did not return
to the village on the isle.
22
She was there in that castle tower
so long
looking at the stars
and the moon every night,
longing to be freed;
that they became reflected in her eyes.
23
Some of the old kitchen staff came back slowly
and used to send someone up with a plate
of not very Princess food.
Other times they sent up only stores of oatmeal biscuits,
or stores of smoked meats and fish.
Occasionally she got lots of dried fruit and herbs.
She loved the dried apples the best.
She savoured her store of special foods
for she knew there were times
that despite her wailing and bashing,
no one came to feed her.
They came only when they could or when they remembered.24
Sometimes she used to play fiddle for hours on end.
Haunting tunes that her tutor had taught her.
Fast, furious tunes, that had her tapping her
feet as she played.
She danced about her room, fiddle under her chin,
her feet doing ‘padibahs’ by themselves.
She always felt alive and invigotated
after her music session,
but had no-one to share her growing skill
with her fiddle.
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Nine long years she suffered in that castle tower alone
with only the birds for company.
She grew from a girl into a beautiful,
very long haired beauty of a Princess.
But over time no one remembered who she was.
She became known by the kitchen staff,
who had changed over the years,
as the prisoner in the tower.
No one spoke to her long enough to find out different.
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No one heard her wailing
and gnashing high up
in the lonely tower
The harsh, wild gales stole
her cries and angry words.
Her pleas for help and rescue,
before they reached the ears of the villagers
who had remained in the village.
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She had in her mind through many dreams she had,
had as a young girl, the idea that she was going to be rescued
by a handsome Prince from one of the Western Isles.
She had, had these dreams for as long as she could remember.
Long before she had got locked away in the tower.
She knew every curve of his princely face
but as time went on her memory of him faded
and her nightly dreams changed to those of wild ponies.
Beautiful white ponies that roamed the hills.
28
Before she had got locked up in the tower
she had been a horse lover
and had, had a selection of ponies
in the castle stable.
She had ridden
out in the forest with her tutor and cousins.
Who knows what had become
of her beloved ponies through the years.
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Eventually she got tired of waiting
to be rescued by a handsome prince or a dashing knight.
Everyone seemed to be off killing another clan
or some mad Englishman
and they had forgotten about her there in the tower.
30
She had not seen anyone for weeks
and no one had come to feed her,
rudely shoving a plate under her prison door.
Her supplies had all dwindled away
and there was nothing left
of her treasured special food store.
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There was an awful smell
coming from the courtyard and the village.
It looked like the figures about were sleeping
but their bloated bodies
gave off such a stench she barely went to her window.
32
She had heard the coughing
and wailing and had seen the villagers cease
to fertilize their fields
with seaweed from the shore.
33
Life outside the tower .......had strangely ceased!
Only the awful black ravens still did their work.
She could not watch them. It made her ill.
Great flocks of black ravens swept the village
at times
like they knew what they were looking for.
No longer content with the odd dead animal
they had moved on to their masters.
Victims of a deadly ill.34
Soon after that she got her very first chance to escape.
She suddenly saw a white pony grazing
the coarse island grass
just beneath her window.
Her breath caught in her throat
and her heart hammered and thumped,
until she could hear nothing else.
She thought she would explode
with the realization that filled her with dread.
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Being something of a natural with horses,
she gathered up her courage.
Despite her fear of heights,
she had become desperate through the years
and knew for her very survival
she had to resort to the desperate feat of escape
or die trying.
Better that than starvation or worse still,
become another victim of the dis-ease that lurked outside.
36
Would the squawking black ravens come boldly
into her tower
and peck out her eyes ?
This is what they did to the bodies
that lay out in the village and courtyard?
37
She scrambled up onto the window ledge,
it was rough and hurt her.
Due to her lack of meals
she managed to squeeze through the narrow bars
of the small tower window.
She again scraped her knees on the rough stone
of the walls and felt battered and bruised
by the time she managed to get out
onto the balcony outside her room.
38
Never before had she managed
to get through those narrow bars.
Perhaps her recent lack of meals
had been a blessing in disguise.
She offered her thanks above.
39
Holding her breath in a sudden,
violent gulp,
Before she could think and panic,
she did what she knew she had to do.
She blocked her nose and closing her eyes
she stepped off the ledge,
after having climbed over the balcony guard rail..........
40
Quickly and swiftly she
fell through the air.
Her long red plait trailing
through the air
above her
like a rope.
41
After an eternity
she opened her eyes and quickly glanced downwards.
The magnificent pure white pony
was just below her.
It had not noticed her silent approach
as she breathlessly sailed through the air.
42
She assumed the position
and crossing herself;
she very briefly said her prayers
and then landed awkwardly on the pony's back
with a loud thump.
All the air was knocked out of her
and her body felt shocked and sore.
The pony took off with a start.
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She had only a bare moment
to grasp at the long flowing mane
with both fists and clench her legs
about its ample belly, and they were off.
She clung on for dear life
and the terrified pony careered off
through the village and out into the forest.
Her long hair dragged behind her
scaring the pony even more.
45
After what seemed like unbearable time
of scratching passing trees and brambles grasping at her
and ….
The pony suddenly stumbled, collapsed
and lay lifeless!
Just like that.
46
She rolled off and sobbed.
Despair, sadness, loneliness overcame her.
She could not believe that there she was,
in a heap, deep in an unknown forest
miles and miles from the castle that she knew
and weak from days and days without food.
She soon fell asleep.
47
When she awoke
she browsed the forest
for brambles and fresh nettle leaves.
Then she crouched down next to the lifeless pony.
It was such a pretty pony and a stallion, she saw.
What a tragedy.
48
She leaned over and hugged the pony
in gratitude for it rescuing her
however unintentionally
and kissed it loudly on the neck.
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Her tears soon soaked through
its hair on its neck and her face
became wet with sticky horse hair.
She moved away to stand up
and then she heard a male voice.
50
“ Tapadh leibh ! Moran Taing ! “ the voice said
“W W What…………..” She stammered,
as she looked around behind her.
51
There in the place of the pretty white stallion
now stood the handsomest youth
she had ever laid eyes upon.
Embarrassed,
she clutched at her skirts
and moved away gasping.
52
He moved forward and told her not to be afraid.
He explained that he had been under a curse
that a wicked witch had cast a spell on him
- that he should spend eternity
as the last of a breed of pony
that no longer existed upon the Western Isles.
53
The only thing that could have saved him
was the undying love of a young, virgin princess.
Since everyone knew that princesses
were never virgins these days,
he had long since given up.
54
She could not believe her luck.
She had dreamt about him long before
she was locked up in the tower.
But when she had told her elders about it
they had laughed it off
And told her not to talk of it.
Here was the
handsome prince
that she had
always dreamed of
and had known
was coming to save her.
55
Well that was it.
Love at second sight.
Tucking her long red plait in the crock of her arm
she accepted his offer to help her stand.
Off they strolled arm in arm into the magnificent sunset.
56
As they walked, they blethered away
to each other.
Like newfound friends,
both were so pleased to have someone to talk to.
He was both handsome and kind;
he had pitch black hair the colour of a raven
and eyes as blue as the ocean.
It turned out that they were of the same Clann,
but he was from another of the western Isles
and only distantly related to her.
57
Knowing that there was dis-ease about
they went straight to the coast.
They took off
in a wee, abandoned boat
they found there.
They arrived in the Northern Bay
after eating only
hastily collected and dried brambles
and nettle shoots, for weeks.
for his island
58
They had only a small wooden barrel
of fresh water between them.
Luckily the Isles sea waters were calm
and clear in that good spot of summer,
and there were no sign of the sea monsters.
There was little rain and her strong prince rowed firmly,
with his eyes set firmly on the destination.
They beached the boat on a huge Traigh Mohr
and set off across the hills to find his family house.
59
They were ecstatic to find that he was still alive
after being missing for the years of his cursed life,
and they were delighted that he had brought
a new daughter for his mother.
His family prepared a small feast
of scallops, lobster and herring.
60
They had a ceilidh prepared for that very evening
with the local musicians
and everyone danced the night away
joyously in celebration.
61
Every one of her children and her children's children
for centuries had her 'MacLean' eyes,
with the stars and the moon in them,
from her long time in the castle tower
gazing at the long winter night skies.
62
Unfamiliar Words
ceilidh...................................party/dance
scallops.................................shellfish/seafood
Western Isles.....................a group of islands off the cost of Scotland
second sight......................a gift of seeing into the future
Vikings.................................warlike foreigners
pillaging...............................burning villages and stealing everything
wee........................................small/little
tapadh leibh ! ..................thank you
moran taing......................thanks a lot
padibah................................pas de basques - ballet movement,
(in this case Highland dancing).
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The Princess was there in that castle tower
so long
looking at the stars
and the moon, every night,
longing to be freed;
that they became reflected in her eyes.