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"
She
’
s
bye
wi
’
t
,
"
he
said
.
"
Puir
thing
,
puir
thing
!
She
ran
in
here
like
a
hunted
maukin
.
"
Then
to
the
soldiers
:
"
Ye
had
surely
little
to
dae
,
lads
,
to
mishandle
a
starvin
’
lassie
.
"
There
was
no
sign
of
compunction
on
the
coarse
faces
of
the
troopers
.
"
An
Irish
b
-
bitch
,
"
one
hiccoughed
.
"
What
’
s
the
steer
for
a
bawbee
joe
?
"
"
Tam
Porteous
kittled
her
wi
’
his
sword
point
,
"
said
another
.
"
Just
in
the
way
o
’
daffin
,
ye
ken
.
She
let
out
a
skelloch
and
ran
like
the
wund
.
"
The
man
put
his
hands
to
his
sides
and
guffawed
at
the
memory
of
it
.
He
did
not
laugh
long
,
for
David
was
on
him
like
a
tempest
.
The
fuddled
troopers
heard
a
denunciation
which
did
something
to
sober
them
by
chilling
their
marrow
.
As
men
,
as
soldiers
,
as
Christians
,
he
left
them
no
rag
to
cover
them
.
"
You
that
fight
in
God
’
s
cause
,
"
he
cried
,
"
and
are
worse
than
brute
beasts
!
Get
back
to
your
styes
,
you
swine
,
and
know
that
for
every
misdeed
the
Lord
will
exact
punishment
a
thousandfold
.
"
He
was
carried
out
of
himself
in
his
wrath
.
"
I
see
each
one
of
you
writhing
on
a
coming
field
of
battle
,
waiting
to
change
the
torments
of
the
flesh
for
the
eternal
agonies
of
Hell
.
You
are
the
brave
ones
-
-
your
big
odds
gave
you
a
chance
victory
over
one
that
for
a
year
hunted
you
and
your
like
round
the
compass
-
-
and
you
purge
your
manhood
by
murdering
frail
women
.
"
It
was
not
a
discreet
speech
,
and
a
sentence
or
two
of
it
pierced
through
their
befuddlement
,
but
it
sent
them
packing
.
They
were
too
conscious
of
the
power
of
a
black
gown
in
Leslie
’
s
army
to
dare
to
outface
a
minister
.
David
marched
homeward
with
his
heart
in
a
storm
,
to
find
an
anxious
Isobel
.
"
These
are
dreidfu
’
days
,
"
she
moaned
.
"
We
were
telled
that
Montrose
’
s
sodgers
were
sons
of
Belial
,
but
if
they
were
waur
than
yon
Leslie
’
s
they
maun
be
the
black
Deil
himsel
’
.
Wae
’
s
me
,
bluid
is
rinnin
’
like
water
on
Aller
side
.
There
’
s
awfu
’
tales
comin
’
doun
from
the
muirs
o
’
wild
riders
and
deid
lasses
-
-
ay
,
and
deid
bairns
-
-
a
’
the
puir
clamjamphry
that
followed
the
Irish
.
It
canna
be
richt
,
sir
,
to
meet
ae
blood
-
guiltiness
wi
’
anither
and
a
waur
.
And
yon
thrawn
ettercap
frae
Bold
ridin
’
wi
’
the
sodgers
and
praisin
’
the
Lord
when
anither
waefu
’
creature
perishes
!
And
Chasehope
,
they
tell
me
-
-
black
be
his
fa
’
-
-
guidin
’
the
sodgers
to
the
landward
buts
-
and
-
bens
like
a
dowg
after
rattons
!
Catch
yon
lad
frontin
’
an
armed
man
,
but
he
’
s
like
Jehu
the
son
of
Nimshi
afore
defenceless
women
.
"
David
asked
if
any
one
had
been
near
the
manse
.
"
That
’
s
what
fickles
[
puzzles
]
me
.
There
’
s
been
naebody
at
the
door
,
but
there
’
s
been
plenty
snowkin
’
round
.
There
’
s
a
gey
guid
watch
keepit
.
And
waur
than
that
,
there
’
s
sodgers
in
the
clachan
-
-
ten
men
and
ane
they
ca
’
a
sairgent
at
Lucky
Weir
’
s
.
I
heard
routin
’
as
I
gaed
by
the
kirkton
,
and
,
judging
by
the
aiths
,
there
’
s
sma
’
differ
between
them
that
fechts
for
Montrose
and
them
that
uphauds
the
Covenant
.
"
