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"
He
has
done
no
evil
.
.
.
?
"
"
None
save
what
I
have
done
myself
.
He
has
drawn
the
sword
in
a
brave
cause
which
this
day
has
sorely
miscarried
.
But
,
sir
,
it
is
not
of
politics
I
speak
,
but
of
charity
.
For
the
sake
of
Christ
’
s
mercy
,
I
beseech
you
not
to
refuse
.
"
"
It
is
a
heavy
charge
,
my
lord
,
but
I
cannot
say
you
nay
.
"
Montrose
shifted
the
burden
of
the
wounded
man
to
David
’
s
arm
.
"
Farewell
,
Mark
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
The
good
cause
is
down
but
not
dead
,
old
friend
.
You
know
where
to
get
news
of
me
.
"
Then
he
kissed
his
cheek
and
gave
his
hand
to
David
.
"
May
God
bless
and
reward
you
,
sir
.
I
dare
not
linger
.
We
will
take
the
third
horse
with
us
,
for
it
would
be
too
kenspeckle
in
your
stable
.
Think
kindly
of
me
,
whatever
my
fate
,
as
I
think
tenderly
of
you
,
and
pray
for
a
lonely
man
whose
feet
are
set
on
a
long
road
.
"
The
next
moment
the
riders
had
disappeared
in
the
fog
.
David
stood
in
a
dream
,
for
he
would
have
given
worlds
to
recall
the
speaker
.
His
voice
,
the
sight
of
his
face
,
had
brought
back
tenfold
the
longing
to
be
with
him
which
had
haunted
him
after
the
Calidon
meeting
.
The
man
had
been
a
conqueror
and
was
now
a
fugitive
,
but
earthly
fortunes
had
no
meaning
for
such
an
one
.
Those
calm
eyes
would
look
on
triumph
and
disaster
alike
unperturbed
.
He
was
roused
by
the
wounded
man
going
limp
in
his
arms
,
and
he
saw
that
he
had
fainted
.
He
carried
him
up
the
steep
stairs
-
-
Isobel
’
s
snoring
still
making
a
chorus
in
the
background
-
-
and
laid
him
on
the
bedstead
in
the
guest
-
room
.
The
bed
was
not
made
up
,
and
it
was
clear
that
he
must
wake
Isobel
.
As
the
man
’
s
head
drooped
on
the
bolster
David
turned
his
candle
on
it
.
The
face
was
grimed
and
blood
-
stained
,
but
there
was
no
mistaking
the
features
:
it
was
the
tall
trooper
with
the
squint
whom
he
had
once
guided
to
Calidon
.
David
sought
the
kitchen
and
hammered
at
the
door
of
the
press
-
bed
.
The
snoring
ceased
,
and
presently
a
scared
and
muffled
voice
demanded
what
was
the
trouble
.
"
Get
up
,
woman
,
"
David
ordered
.
"
There
’
s
a
sick
man
here
that
has
need
of
you
.
"
