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"
My
conscience
is
at
ease
anent
succouring
the
wounded
and
saving
a
man
’
s
life
.
And
I
have
no
clearness
about
this
quarrel
of
Montrose
and
the
Kirk
,
and
would
therefore
give
it
the
go
-
by
.
But
I
will
exact
the
promise
that
,
if
you
come
off
safe
,
you
will
fight
no
more
in
Scotland
.
In
that
much
I
am
bound
to
serve
my
calling
.
"
"
You
shall
have
the
promise
.
Mark
Kerr
is
for
beating
his
sword
into
a
ploughshare
.
What
says
the
Word
?
’
His
speech
shall
be
of
cattle
’
-
-
though
,
now
I
come
to
think
of
it
,
that
’
s
from
what
you
gentry
call
the
Apocryphal
books
and
think
little
of
.
.
.
.
I
’
m
one
that
has
no
great
love
for
idleness
on
the
broad
of
his
back
.
Have
you
no
a
book
to
while
away
the
hours
?
Anything
but
divinity
-
-
I
’
ve
lost
conceit
of
divinity
these
last
months
when
I
’
ve
been
doing
battle
with
the
divines
.
"
David
furnished
his
guest
with
reading
which
was
approved
,
and
then
went
forth
into
Woodilee
.
The
village
made
holiday
,
and
every
wife
was
at
her
doorstep
.
A
batch
of
troopers
were
drinking
a
tankard
at
Lucky
Weir
’
s
,
and
saluted
him
as
he
passed
.
The
people
he
met
had
an
air
of
relief
and
good
temper
,
and
looked
with
a
friendly
eye
on
the
minister
,
forgetting
apparently
the
Lammas
controversies
and
the
shut
kirk
,
for
he
was
a
representative
of
the
winning
cause
.
Peter
Pennecuik
,
sitting
on
a
big
stone
outside
the
smithy
,
was
the
chief
dispenser
of
tidings
.
His
cheeks
were
swollen
and
his
voice
faltered
with
pride
.
"
What
for
do
ye
bide
in
your
tent
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
in
this
hour
of
our
deliverance
?
They
tell
me
that
Mr
.
Ebenezer
of
Bold
has
mounted
his
beast
and
ridden
wi
’
the
horsemen
to
harry
the
ungodly
’
s
retreat
.
Ay
,
and
baith
Chasehope
and
Mirehope
have
ta
’
en
the
road
,
for
the
haill
land
is
fou
’
o
’
the
wreckage
of
the
wicked
,
as
the
sands
o
’
the
Red
Sea
were
strewed
wi
’
the
chariots
o
’
Pharaoh
.
Our
General
Leslie
is
no
ane
to
weaken
in
the
guid
cause
,
for
there
’
s
word
that
his
musketeers
hae
shot
the
Irish
in
rows
on
the
Yarrow
haughs
,
ilk
ane
aside
his
howkit
grave
,
and
there
’
s
orders
that
their
women
and
bairns
,
whilk
are
now
fleein
’
to
the
hills
,
are
to
be
seized
by
such
as
meet
wi
’
them
,
as
daughters
of
Heth
and
spawn
of
Babylon
,
and
be
delivered
up
to
instant
judgment
.
Eh
,
sir
,
but
the
Lord
has
been
exceeding
gracious
us
-
ward
,
and
our
griefs
are
maist
marvellously
avenged
.
.
.
.
Nae
doot
ye
’
ll
be
proclaimin
’
a
solemn
fast
for
praise
and
prayer
.
"
David
ate
his
dinner
with
a
perturbed
mind
,
for
if
the
countryside
was
being
scoured
for
fugitives
on
this
scale
,
it
was
unlikely
that
the
manse
would
remain
long
inviolate
.
But
Isobel
reassured
him
.
"
They
wad
never
daur
ripe
the
house
,
and
for
the
lave
I
can
speak
them
fair
in
the
gate
.
"
In
the
afternoon
he
set
out
to
walk
to
the
Greenshiel
,
since
the
road
would
give
him
a
far
-
away
glimpse
of
Calidon
.
Autumn
was
already
chilling
the
air
,
and
the
horizon
was
a
smoky
purple
,
the
heather
was
faded
,
the
bracken
yellowing
,
the
rowan
trees
plumed
with
scarlet
,
the
corn
in
the
valley
already
more
gold
than
green
.
To
David
,
in
whose
ear
was
still
the
gloating
voice
of
Peter
Pennecuik
,
the
place
seemed
to
smell
of
death
.
At
the
Greenshiel
he
found
death
in
bodily
form
.
On
the
plot
of
turf
outside
the
cottage
half
a
dozen
troopers
stared
from
their
saddles
at
something
that
lay
on
the
ground
.
The
men
were
mostly
a
little
drunk
,
and
had
the
air
of
a
pack
of
terriers
who
have
chased
a
cat
and
found
it
at
bay
-
-
an
air
that
was
puzzled
,
angry
,
and
irresolute
.
David
strode
towards
them
,
and
they
gave
place
to
him
,
somewhat
shamefacedly
.
On
the
turf
lay
a
wretched
draggle
-
tailed
woman
,
her
clothes
almost
torn
off
her
back
,
her
hair
in
elf
-
locks
,
her
bare
feet
raw
and
bloody
.
Her
face
was
emaciated
and
of
an
extreme
pallor
,
her
shrunken
breast
heaved
convulsively
,
and
there
was
blood
on
her
neck
.
Richie
Smail
was
on
his
knees
attempting
to
force
some
milk
between
her
teeth
.
But
her
lips
shut
and
unshut
with
her
panting
,
and
the
milk
was
spilled
.
Then
her
mouth
closed
in
that
rigor
from
which
there
is
no
unloosing
.
Richie
lifted
his
head
and
saw
the
minister
.
