CHAPTER VII.

Thrice from the cavern's darksome womb Her groaning voice arose; And come, my daughter, fearless come, And fearless tell thy woes! MEIKLE. The dwelling of Norna, though none but a native of Zetland, familiar, during his whole life, with every variety of rock-scenery, could have seen any thing ludicrous in this situation, was not unaptly compared by Magnus Troil to the eyry of the osprey, or sea-eagle. It was very small, and had been fabricated out of on…