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Gibbie
spat
.
"
Incomin
’
bodies
,
nae
doot
,
"
he
said
in
contempt
.
"
But
it
’
s
just
the
Wud
wi
’
nae
’
black
’
aboot
it
.
But
ken
ye
the
name
that
auld
folk
gie
’
d
it
?
"
He
became
confidential
again
.
"
They
ca
’
d
it
Melanudrigill
,
"
he
whispered
.
David
repeated
the
word
.
His
mind
had
been
running
on
heathen
learning
,
and
he
wondered
if
the
name
were
Greek
.
"
That
might
mean
the
’
place
of
dark
waters
,
’
"
he
said
.
"
Na
,
na
.
Ye
’
re
wrong
there
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
There
’
s
nae
dark
waters
in
Melanudrigill
.
There
’
s
the
seven
burns
that
rin
south
,
but
they
’
re
a
’
as
clear
as
Aller
.
But
dinna
speak
that
name
to
ither
folk
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
and
dinna
let
on
that
Gibbie
telled
ye
.
It
’
s
a
wanchancy
name
.
Ye
can
cry
it
in
a
safe
bit
like
the
Hill
o
’
Deer
,
but
if
ye
was
to
breathe
it
in
the
Wud
unco
things
micht
happen
.
I
daurna
speak
my
ain
name
among
the
trees
.
"
"
Your
name
is
Gibbie
.
Gibbie
what
?
"
The
man
’
s
face
seemed
to
narrow
in
fear
and
then
to
expand
in
confidence
.
"
I
can
tell
it
to
a
minister
o
’
the
Word
.
It
’
s
Gilbert
Niven
.
Ken
ye
where
I
got
that
name
?
In
the
Wud
,
sir
.
Ken
ye
wha
gie
’
d
it
me
?
The
Guid
Folk
.
Ye
’
ll
no
let
on
that
I
telled
ye
"
The
night
was
now
fallen
,
and
David
turned
for
home
,
after
one
last
look
at
the
pit
of
blackness
beneath
him
.
The
idiot
hobbled
beside
him
,
covering
the
ground
at
a
pace
which
tried
even
his
young
legs
,
and
as
he
went
he
babbled
.
"
Tak
’
Gibbie
’
s
advice
and
keep
far
frae
the
Wud
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
and
if
ye
’
re
for
Roodfoot
or
Calidon
haud
by
the
guid
road
.
I
’
ve
heard
tell
that
in
the
auld
days
,
when
there
was
monks
at
the
kirkton
,
they
bode
to
gang
out
every
year
wi
’
bells
and
candles
and
bless
the
road
to
keep
it
free
o
’
bogles
.
But
they
never
ventured
into
the
Wud
,
honest
men
.
I
’
ll
no
say
but
what
a
minister
is
mair
powerfu
’
than
a
monk
,
but
an
eident
body
will
run
nae
risks
.
Keep
to
fine
caller
bits
like
this
Hill
o
’
Deer
,
and
if
ye
want
to
traivel
,
gang
west
by
Chasehope
or
east
by
Kirk
Aller
.
There
’
s
nocht
for
a
man
o
’
God
in
the
Wud
.
"
"
Are
there
none
of
my
folk
there
?
"
