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There
was
little
moon
and
a
thick
autumn
haze
covered
the
ground
.
Rising
out
of
it
,
like
ships
out
of
the
water
,
were
huge
figures
,
and
he
saw
that
they
were
mounted
men
.
One
of
them
sat
his
horse
and
held
the
other
beasts
;
one
was
on
his
feet
and
supported
a
third
,
who
seemed
very
weary
.
David
raised
his
candle
,
and
saw
the
figure
of
the
standing
man
.
The
face
was
dark
with
sun
,
but
darker
under
the
eyes
with
fatigue
;
the
dress
,
once
rich
and
splendid
,
was
both
mired
and
torn
;
and
one
hand
was
wrapped
in
a
blood
-
stained
kerchief
.
"
Do
I
speak
with
the
minister
of
Woodilee
?
"
the
man
asked
,
and
at
the
first
word
David
knew
him
.
That
voice
had
been
echoing
all
the
year
in
his
chamber
of
memory
.
"
I
am
the
minister
,
"
was
his
reply
.
"
In
what
can
I
serve
my
Lord
Marquis
?
"
The
face
relaxed
into
a
smile
,
which
made
it
for
the
moment
gay
in
spite
of
the
heavy
eyes
.
"
You
have
not
forgotten
me
?
Nor
have
I
forgotten
you
,
and
therefore
I
come
to
you
in
sore
need
to
beg
a
charity
.
I
do
not
doubt
but
you
are
of
the
opposite
faction
,
but
I
know
also
that
you
are
a
faithful
minister
of
Christ
,
whose
custom
was
to
do
good
to
His
enemies
.
Will
you
give
shelter
to
this
wounded
comrade
of
mine
,
and
thereby
save
the
life
of
one
whom
you
consorted
with
a
year
back
in
Calidon
?
"
"
But
this
is
but
a
poor
manse
,
my
lord
.
Why
do
you
come
here
when
Calidon
is
so
nigh
?
"
"
Alas
!
Calidon
is
no
port
for
me
or
mine
in
this
storm
.
Know
,
sir
,
that
this
day
my
army
has
been
beaten
on
the
Yarrow
haughs
and
utterly
scattered
.
Before
morning
Leslie
’
s
troopers
will
be
knocking
at
Calidon
door
.
I
myself
am
a
fugitive
,
and
there
is
no
safety
till
I
cross
the
Highland
line
.
But
this
comrade
of
mine
has
a
broken
leg
,
besides
other
hurts
,
and
it
is
impossible
that
he
should
ride
farther
.
If
he
does
,
he
will
impede
us
and
we
shall
be
taken
.
But
where
can
I
leave
him
,
for
I
am
in
an
unfriendly
country
,
and
if
he
is
captured
it
will
be
the
gallows
for
an
honest
fellow
?
I
bethought
me
that
you
were
minister
of
this
parish
,
and
that
your
heart
was
not
likely
to
be
steeled
to
common
humanity
,
and
a
manse
is
the
one
place
that
the
pursuit
will
miss
.
Will
you
take
him
and
let
him
lie
hid
till
the
hunt
passes
?
After
that
he
will
fend
for
himself
,
for
he
is
an
old
soldier
of
the
German
wars
.
"
