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Unique Tales, v. 1, issue 1, June 1937

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UNIQUE TALES 3

A LEGEND OF THE DARK ISLES
By Roy Lundholm

A superb fantasy that equals some of the better professional works that we have read. Truly a UNIQUE TALE. 

   Once, it is said, in the Dark Isles was a woman who swam the mists of the before dawn and climbed the crags of the rocks that had hearkened to the call of the sea, and in their answering left the land that they might be forever bathed in the curling foam-waters- that she might see the rising of the sun, though others whispered that it was there she met her lover, but who he might be none could ascertain, unless he were a fisherman from a neighboring isle who, after casting his nets, would keep her company till she would go back to her father's house and do her work with the others of the village. 
   And to none of the men around her would she give heed, and as she worked her chores her heart was alone and apart in a great vastness and her eyes reflected the moving shadows of drifting sea-weed and the ebbing of the sea. 
   But a dutiful and obedient daughter she was, and her widowed father had no cause to complain, and when he smiled and asked her when she would wed, her large, shadowy eyes would look through and past him to where a patch of sun lay glinting on a rough of waters and the seaweed drifted on the current, and her reply was always: 
   "I shall know my own, and my own shall know me-and perhaps we are met..."
   At which her father laughed puzzledly, for she was so like his wife who now lay and looked at the clouds all day, and at the rain that mattered not. 
   But one day Micheal O'Strara came home with his fortune made

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UNIQUE TALES 3 A LEGEND OF THE DARK ISLES By Roy Lundholm A superb fantasy that equals some of the better professional works that we have read. Truly a UNIQUE TALE. Once, it is said, in the Dark Isles was a woman who swam the mists of the before dawn and climbed the crags of the rocks that had hearkened to the call of the sea, and in their answering left the land that they might be forever bathed in the curling foam-waters- that she might see the rising of the sun, though others whispered that it was there she met her lover, but who he might be none could ascertain, unless he were a fisherman from a neighboring isle who, after casting his nets, would keep her company till she would go back to her father's house and do her work with the others of the village. And to none of the men around her would she give heed, and as she worked her chores her heart was alone and apart in a great vastness and her eyes reflected the moving shadows of drifting sea-weed and the ebbing of the sea. But a dutiful and obedient daughter she was, and her widowed father had no cause to complain, and when he smiled and asked her when she would wed, her large, shadowy eyes would look through and past him to where a patch of sun lay glinting on a rough of waters and the seaweed drifted on the current, and her reply was always: "I shall know my own, and my own shall know me-and perhaps we are met..." At which her father laughed puzzledly, for she was so like his wife who now lay and looked at the clouds all day, and at the rain that mattered not. But one day Micheal O'Strara came home with his fortune made