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Next
day
the
uneasiness
of
both
increased
.
The
place
was
thronged
with
troopers
,
among
them
the
men
whom
David
had
denounced
at
the
Greenshiel
.
It
is
probable
that
his
hasty
words
had
been
reported
,
for
dark
looks
followed
him
as
he
passed
the
ale
-
house
.
Moreover
,
Isobel
had
news
in
the
village
that
Leslie
’
s
main
forces
were
even
now
moving
towards
Woodilee
,
and
that
the
triumphant
general
himself
would
lodge
in
the
village
.
Where
would
such
lodging
be
found
except
in
the
manse
?
At
any
moment
the
guest
-
room
and
its
contents
might
lie
bare
to
hostile
eyes
.
By
the
afternoon
David
had
come
to
a
decision
.
The
wounded
man
must
at
all
costs
be
moved
.
But
where
?
Calidon
would
be
as
public
as
the
street
,
and
besides
he
had
heard
that
a
picket
had
been
stationed
there
in
case
its
laird
came
looking
for
shelter
.
.
.
.
The
hills
were
too
open
and
bare
,
Reiverslaw
would
be
suspect
-
-
in
any
case
its
tenant
babbled
in
his
cups
.
.
.
.
Then
he
had
an
inspiration
.
Why
not
Melanudrigill
,
for
its
repute
would
at
ordinary
times
make
it
the
perfect
sanctuary
?
He
would
be
a
bold
man
,
it
was
true
,
who
sought
a
lair
in
its
haunted
recesses
,
but
this
Mark
Kerr
did
not
lack
for
stoutness
of
heart
.
He
found
him
yawning
and
extracting
indifferent
entertainment
from
a
folio
of
Thuanus
.
Kerr
only
grinned
when
he
heard
of
the
danger
.
"
I
might
have
guessed
that
the
place
would
soon
be
hotching
with
Davie
’
s
troops
.
And
maybe
I
’
m
to
have
Davie
in
bed
aside
me
?
Faith
,
I
fear
we
wouldna
agree
,
though
I
’
ll
no
deny
that
the
man
has
a
very
respectable
gift
in
war
.
.
.
.
I
must
shift
,
you
say
,
and
indeed
that
is
the
truth
of
it
,
but
hostelries
are
no
that
plenty
in
this
countryside
for
one
like
me
that
’
s
so
highly
thought
of
by
his
unfriends
.
"
Melanudrigill
was
set
before
him
,
and
he
approved
.
"
The
big
wood
.
Tales
of
it
have
come
down
the
water
,
but
I
’
ve
never
paid
much
attention
to
clavering
auld
wives
.
.
.
.
There
’
s
black
witchcraft
,
you
say
-
-
you
’
ve
seen
it
yourself
?
I
care
not
a
doit
.
There
’
s
just
the
one
kind
of
warlock
that
frichts
me
,
and
that
’
s
a
file
of
Davie
Leslie
’
s
men
.
Find
me
a
bed
in
a
hidy
-
hole
and
some
means
of
getting
bite
and
sup
till
I
can
fend
for
myself
,
and
I
’
ll
sit
snug
in
Melanudrigill
though
every
witch
coven
in
Scotland
sat
girning
round
me
with
the
Deil
playing
the
bagpipes
.
"
David
was
clear
that
he
must
be
moved
that
night
,
but
he
was
far
from
clear
as
to
how
it
was
to
be
done
.
He
did
not
dare
to
take
any
other
into
the
secret
,
not
even
Reiverslaw
or
Amos
Ritchie
,
for
hatred
of
Montrose
was
universal
among
the
Lowland
country
folk
.
He
and
Isobel
might
make
shift
to
get
him
to
the
Wood
,
for
Isobel
was
a
muscular
old
woman
,
but
there
was
much
to
do
besides
that
-
-
a
bed
to
be
found
,
food
transported
,
some
plan
made
for
a
daily
visit
.
There
was
no
help
to
be
found
in
Woodilee
.
And
then
he
remembered
Katrine
Yester
.
For
a
long
time
he
would
not
admit
the
thought
.
He
would
not
have
the
girl
enter
a
place
of
such
defilements
.
The
notion
sickened
him
and
he
put
it
angrily
from
him
.
.
.
.
But
he
found
that
a
new
idea
was
growing
in
his
mind
.
The
Wood
had
been
a
nursery
of
evil
,
but
might
it
not
be
purified
and
its
sorceries
annulled
if
it
were
used
for
an
honest
purpose
?
The
thought
of
Mark
Kerr
,
with
his
hard
wholesome
face
and
his
mirthful
eye
,
eating
and
sleeping
in
what
had
been
consecrated
to
midnight
infamies
,
seemed
to
strip
from
the
place
its
malign
aura
.
.
.
.
To
his
surprise
,
when
he
thought
of
Mark
in
the
wood
,
he
found
that
he
could
think
of
Katrine
there
also
,
without
a
consciousness
of
sacrilege
.
The
man
was
her
uncle
’
s
comrade
-
in
-
arms
-
-
he
was
of
the
cause
to
which
she
herself
was
vowed
-
-
she
was
a
woman
and
merciful
-
-
she
was
his
only
refuge
.
