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Those
were
strange
days
both
for
death
in
a
bed
and
for
conducting
business
,
for
the
stricken
city
was
the
prey
of
wild
fears
.
Scarcely
a
traveller
entered
her
infected
precincts
,
but
rumour
was
as
busy
as
the
east
wind
in
May
.
The
battle
of
Kilsyth
had
worked
a
revolution
in
Scotland
.
Glasgow
had
surrendered
and
welcomed
the
conqueror
,
with
enthusiasm
for
his
person
and
largesse
for
his
soldiers
.
The
shires
and
the
burghs
were
falling
over
each
other
in
their
haste
to
make
submission
.
Edinburgh
had
been
summoned
,
and
a
delegation
of
the
town
council
had
gone
out
beyond
Corstorphine
to
capitulate
to
the
young
Master
of
Napier
.
The
imprisoned
Lords
went
free
from
the
Tolbooth
;
David
saw
the
sight
-
-
pallid
men
shivering
with
prison
ague
;
only
the
Castle
still
held
for
the
Covenant
.
Word
came
that
the
King
had
made
Montrose
Captain
-
general
of
all
Scotland
,
and
that
soon
the
victorious
army
would
move
towards
the
Border
;
already
,
on
the
haugh
of
Bothwell
by
Clyde
side
,
Sir
Archibald
Primrose
had
read
the
royal
commission
to
the
troops
.
A
summons
had
gone
out
for
a
Parliament
to
be
held
presently
in
Glasgow
-
-
"
for
settling
religion
and
peace
,
"
said
the
proclamation
,
"
and
freeing
the
oppressed
subjects
of
those
insufferable
burdens
they
have
groaned
under
this
time
bygone
.
"
The
ministers
who
walked
the
Edinburgh
causeway
wore
gloomy
faces
.
David
had
a
sight
of
Mr
.
Muirhead
,
who
sternly
inquired
of
him
what
he
did
in
the
city
.
"
I
have
come
to
bury
my
father
,
"
he
replied
.
"
If
he
died
in
the
hope
and
the
promise
,
"
was
the
answer
,
"
he
has
gotten
a
happy
deliverance
,
for
the
vials
of
wrath
are
opened
against
this
miserable
land
.
"
It
was
a
phrase
repeated
like
a
password
by
others
of
his
ministerial
brethren
,
and
he
replied
with
a
becoming
gravity
,
but
he
could
not
in
his
heart
feel
any
great
sorrow
.
For
he
remembered
the
face
of
the
groom
at
Calidon
,
and
he
wondered
how
that
face
looked
as
a
conqueror
.
Pride
,
he
was
assured
,
would
not
be
in
it
.
.
.
.
News
came
that
Montrose
was
at
Cranstoun
and
moving
by
Gala
Water
to
the
Border
.
For
a
moment
David
had
a
crazy
desire
to
follow
him
,
to
be
in
his
presence
,
for
he
had
a
notion
that
if
he
could
but
have
speech
again
with
that
young
man
the
shadows
and
perplexities
might
lighten
from
his
mind
.
At
last
he
set
off
homeward
,
and
under
the
rowans
at
Carlops
brig
he
read
a
printed
paper
which
had
been
circulated
in
the
Edinburgh
streets
-
-
torn
across
and
cast
away
by
many
,
but
by
others
cherished
and
pondered
.
It
was
a
manifesto
of
Montrose
from
the
camp
at
Bothwell
,
and
it
set
out
his
purpose
.
In
it
were
the
very
words
used
by
the
groom
that
night
at
Calidon
.
The
nobles
had
destroyed
"
lawful
authority
and
the
liberty
of
the
subject
,
"
the
Kirk
had
coerced
men
into
a
blind
obedience
worse
than
Popery
.
He
took
up
arms
,
he
said
,
for
pure
religion
,
"
the
restoration
of
that
which
our
first
reformers
had
;
"
for
the
King
,
and
the
establishment
of
a
central
authority
;
for
the
plain
people
and
the
"
vindication
of
our
nation
,
from
the
base
servitude
of
subjects
.
"
He
confuted
the
timorous
souls
"
who
can
commit
nothing
to
God
.
"
He
repudiated
the
charge
of
blood
-
guiltiness
,
for
he
had
never
"
shed
the
blood
of
any
but
of
such
as
were
sent
forth
to
shed
our
blood
and
to
take
our
lives
.
"
And
he
concluded
by
pointing
to
the
miracles
that
faith
had
wrought
:
"
What
is
done
in
the
land
,
it
may
sensibly
seem
to
be
the
Lord
’
s
doing
,
in
making
a
handful
to
overthrow
multitudes
.
"
The
words
came
to
David
with
a
remembered
sound
,
like
the
echo
of
a
speaking
voice
.
Could
this
man
be
the
bloody
Amalekite
of
the
Kirk
’
s
denouncing
?
On
which
side
,
he
asked
his
perplexed
soul
,
did
the
God
of
Israel
fight
,
for
this
man
’
s
faith
was
not
less
confident
than
that
of
the
minister
of
Kirk
Aller
?
Isobel
received
him
with
the
reverential
gloom
which
the
Scots
peasantry
wear
on
an
occasion
of
death
.
"
So
it
’
s
a
’
bye
,
sir
.
We
got
the
word
from
the
Embro
carrier
,
but
I
wasna
looking
for
ye
yet
awhile
,
for
we
heard
ye
were
like
to
be
thrang
wi
’
the
lawyer
bodies
.
.
.
.
He
just
slippit
awa
’
,
for
how
could
an
auld
man
stand
out
against
yon
wanchancy
pestilence
?
It
’
s
a
gait
we
maun
a
’
gang
,
and
he
would
be
weel
prepared
Godward
,
and
at
ease
in
his
mind
about
warldly
things
,
for
they
tell
me
he
was
brawly
set
up
wi
’
gear
.
And
there
’
s
just
yoursel
’
to
heir
it
,
Mr
.
David
?
.
.
.
But
shame
fa
’
me
to
speak
o
’
gear
in
this
sorrowful
dispensation
,
for
a
faither
is
a
faither
though
he
live
ayont
the
three
score
and
ten
years
whilk
is
our
allotted
span
.
"
"
He
died
as
he
lived
,
Isobel
,
a
humble
but
confident
Christian
.
I
think
he
was
pleased
to
know
that
I
was
settled
in
his
forebears
’
countryside
.
"
"
He
wad
be
that
,
honest
man
.
Fine
I
mind
o
’
your
gudesire
,
and
mony
a
nievefu
’
o
’
meal
I
gat
from
him
when
I
was
a
bairn
.
But
I
’
m
concerned
for
yoursel
’
,
Mr
.
David
,
and
fearfu
’
lest
ye
have
got
a
smittal
o
’
the
pestilence
.
Ye
’
re
fine
and
ruddy
,
but
there
’
s
maybe
fever
in
your
veins
.
Drink
off
this
wersh
brew
,
sir
-
-
it
was
my
mither
’
s
way
to
caller
the
blood
-
-
just
kirnmilk
boiled
wi
’
soorocks
.
"
David
asked
concerning
the
parish
.
