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In the shadowy stillness of every Scottish loch and riverpool lurks the kelpie—each-uisge in Gaelic—a ruthless, shape-shifting spirit born of dark water and wild imagination. Tales of these water-horses, appearing under countless names from the Northern Isles to Wales, Ireland and Manx shores, seep through centuries like cold mist over black water. By day the kelpie often appears as a powerful grey, white or coal-black steed, its rippling coat gleaming with riverweed. By night – or when some foolhardy soul draws near – it can bend its form into a wizened old man, a shaggy farmer, even a seductive youth. In every guise, it betrays itself by the trailing tangles of algae in its hair or the telltale reversed hooves that mark it impossible to tame. Through such grotesque oddities it became tangled with Christian dread, likened to Satan by the poet Robert Burns, who warned that water-kelpies haunt the fords when winter ice melts and lure night-travelers to their ruin.
