At the Back of the North Wind (Illustrated Edition). George MacDonald

You would not have had to ask that foolish question if you had not let go your hold of me. You would have seen how I served a nurse that was calling a child bad names, and telling her she was wicked. She had been drinking. I saw an ugly gin bottle in a cupboard."

      "And you frightened her?" said Diamond.

      "I believe so!" answered North Wind laughing merrily. "I flew at her throat, and she tumbled over on the floor with such a crash that they ran in. She'll be turned away to-morrow—and quite time, if they knew as much as I do."

      "But didn't you frighten the little one?"

      "She never saw me. The woman would not have seen me either if she had not been wicked."

      "Oh!" said Diamond, dubiously.

      "Why should you see things," returned North Wind, "that you wouldn't understand or know what to do with? Good people see good things; bad people, bad things."

      "Then are you a bad thing?"

      "No. For you see me, Diamond, dear," said the girl, and she looked down at him, and Diamond saw the loving eyes of the great lady beaming from the depths of her falling hair.

      "I had to make myself look like a bad thing before she could see me. If I had put on any other shape than a wolf's she would not have seen me, for that is what is growing to be her own shape inside of her."

      "I don't know what you mean," said Diamond, "but I suppose it's all right."

      They were now climbing the slope of a grassy ascent. It was Primrose Hill, in fact, although Diamond had never heard of it. The moment they reached the top, North Wind stood and turned her face towards London The stars were still shining clear and cold overhead. There was not a cloud to be seen. The air was sharp, but Diamond did not find it cold.

      "Now," said the lady, "whatever you do, do not let my hand go. I might have lost you the last time, only I was not in a hurry then: now I am in a hurry."

      Yet she stood still for a moment.

      CHAPTER IV.

       NORTH WIND

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      AND as she stood looking towards London, Diamond saw that she was trembling.

      "Are you cold, North Wind?" he asked.

      "No, Diamond," she answered, looking down upon him with a smile; "I am only getting ready to sweep one of my rooms. Those careless, greedy, untidy children make it in such a mess."

      As she spoke he could have told by her voice, if he had not seen with his eyes, that she was growing larger and larger. Her head went up and up towards the stars; and as she grew, still trembling through all her body, her hair also grew—longer and longer, and lifted itself from her head, and went out in black waves. The next moment, however, it fell back around her, and she grew less and less till she was only a tall woman. Then she put her hands behind her head, and gathered some of her hair, and began weaving and knotting it together. When she had done, she bent down her beautiful face close to his, and said—

      "Diamond, I am afraid you would not keep hold of me, and if I were to drop you, I don't know what might happen; so I have been making a place for you in my hair. Come."

      Diamond held out his arms, for with that grand face looking at him, he believed like a baby. She took him in her hands, threw him over her shoulder, and said, "Get in, Diamond."

      And Diamond parted her hair with his hands, crept between, and feeling about soon found the woven nest. It was just like a pocket, or like the shawl in which gipsy women carry their children. North Wind put her hands to her back, felt all about the nest, and finding it safe, said—

      "Are you comfortable, Diamond?"

      "Yes, indeed," answered Diamond.

      The next moment he was rising in the air. North Wind grew towering up to the place of the clouds. Her hair went streaming out from her, till it spread like a mist over the stars. She flung herself abroad in space.

      Diamond held on by two of the twisted ropes which, parted and interwoven, formed his shelter, for he could not help being a little afraid. As soon as he had come to himself, he peeped through the woven meshes, for he did not dare to look over the top of the nest. The earth was rushing past like a river or a sea below him. Trees and water and green grass hurried away beneath. A great roar of wild animals rose as they rushed over the Zoological Gardens, mixed with a chattering of monkeys and a screaming of birds; but it died away in a moment behind them. And now there was nothing but the roofs of houses, sweeping along like a great torrent of stones and rocks. Chimney-pots fell, and tiles flew from the roofs; but it looked to him as if they were left behind by the roofs and the chimneys as they scudded away. There was a great roaring, for the wind was dashing against London like a sea; but at North Wind's back Diamond, of course, felt nothing of it all. He was in a perfect calm. He could hear the sound of it, that was all.

      By and by he raised himself and looked over the edge of his nest. There were the houses rushing up and shooting away below him, like a fierce torrent of rocks instead of water. Then he looked up to the sky, but could see no stars; they were hidden by the blinding masses of the lady's hair which swept between. He began to wonder whether she would hear him if he spoke. He would try.

      "Please, North Wind," he said, "what is that noise?"

      From high over his head came the voice of North Wind, answering him, gently—

      "The noise of my besom. I am the old woman that sweeps the cobwebs from the sky; only I'm busy with the floor now."

      "What makes the houses look as if they were running away?"

      "I am sweeping so fast over them."

      "But, please, North Wind, I knew London was very big, but I didn't know it was so big as this. It seems as if we should never get away from it."

      "We are going round and round, else we should have left it long ago."

      "Is this the way you sweep, North Wind?"

      "Yes; I go round and round with my great besom."

      "Please, would you mind going a little slower, for I want to see the streets?"

      "You won't see much now."

      "Why?"

      "Because I have nearly swept all the people home."

      "Oh! I forgot," said Diamond, and was quiet after that, for he did not want to be troublesome.

      But she dropped a little towards the roofs of the houses, and Diamond could see down into the streets. There were very few people about, though. The lamps flickered and flared again, but nobody seemed to want them.

      Suddenly Diamond espied a little girl coming along a street. She was dreadfully blown by the wind, and a broom she was trailing behind her was very troublesome. It seemed as if the wind had a spite at her—it kept worrying her like a wild beast, and tearing at her rags. She was so lonely there!

      "Oh! please, North Wind," he cried, "won't you help that little girl?"

      "No, Diamond; I mustn't leave my work."

      "But why shouldn't you be kind to her?"

      "I am kind to her. I am sweeping the wicked smells away."

      "But you're kinder to me, dear North Wind. Why shouldn't you be as kind to her as you are to me?"

      "There are reasons, Diamond. Everybody can't be done to all the same. Everybody is not ready for the same thing."

      "But I don't see why I should be kinder used than she."

      "Do you think nothing's to be done but what you can see, Diamond, you silly! It's all right. Of course you can help her if you like. You've got nothing particular to do at this moment; I have."

      "Oh! do let me help her, then. But you won't