Black and grey Celtic knotwork design in a four-pointed shape with a gold triquetra knot at the centre, drawn on a white background.

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Celtic knotwork four-point design

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The drawing shows a symmetrical four-pointed design with a circular centre and curved arms, filled with interlaced Celtic knotwork. The knots are rendered in black, grey and white with fine outlines and shading that give them depth. A small central triquetra knot is coloured gold, which is the only colour in an otherwise monochrome composition.

Celtic knot Knotwork Triquetra Interlace Circle Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferryman's daughter kept the four blades of the old mill-wheel in a crock of tallow by the door, because her father had said a thing that turns must be oiled or it will start to think for itself. Every autumn the river rose over the weir and every autumn the wheel groaned, and every autumn she went down with a rag and a horn of grease and sang to it until it settled.

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That year the flood came early and took the bridge at Haddon Ford. The village sent word up the valley that the miller's boy had gone under with the timber, and nobody could say which bend of the water had him. Her mother lit a candle in the window and told her not to go near the race. She went anyway, at dusk, with the lantern and the crock, and found the wheel stopped dead with a knot of river weed wound round its axle like wool on a spindle.

She worked the weed loose with her fingers, passing it over and under, over and under, the way her grandmother had taught her to unpick a fishing net. The weed came away in one long rope. Under it, caught in the spokes, was a child's wooden shoe, and under that, the boy, breathing water but breathing. She pulled him up the bank by the collar and the wheel, freed, gave one slow turn and went on turning.

At dawn the village came down to see the mill still running. Her father stood on the bank and counted the four blades, and said nothing, but he rubbed tallow into the old pins with his thumb, the way she had shown him.