Pencil-style drawing of a woman with wavy hair, a third eye on her forehead and a halo, above crossed arrows and a leafy branch, shown as a tattoo design.

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Third-eyed woman with crossed arrows and branch

Black and grey · Flash

A woman with long wavy hair, a third eye on her forehead and a thin halo above her head, wearing a high ribbed collar and a dark top with buttons. Below her, two arrows cross over a leafy branch. The drawing uses fine pencil hatching and stippling in greys on a cream background, with soft shading on the hair and dark fill on the bodice.

Woman Third eye Halo Arrow Branch Leaves Portrait Hair Collar

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Harrowgate Hall ever asked Mary Dunning to dance twice, because she could see what was coming to a man before he had his coat off. She saw it in the middle of her forehead, a slow eye that opened when she looked too long at someone. The fiddler, Tom Ashby, said it was a gift and she should charge for it. She said she charged in silence, and kept her hands folded on her knees.

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On the last Saturday of October the hall filled with mill girls and sailors home from Hull, and a young clerk named Edwin Pryce came in with a sprig of hazel in his buttonhole. He asked her to dance. She stood up, the eye opened, and she saw two arrows lying crossed on the boards at his feet, a branch tied between them, and she knew the arrows were meant for him, though not yet. "You will not go to sea," she said. "You will stay and marry the miller's daughter." He laughed and said the dance was hers if she wanted it.

They danced the whole of the reel. Afterwards she walked him to the gate, and he asked what she had seen, and she told him the truth: that the arrows pointed at the ground and the branch would take root where they fell. He looked at the hazel in his coat, then at her, and he pushed it into the hedge. Tom played the last tune with the doors open, and nobody in the hall ever learned whether the clerk stayed.