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A
little
before
midnight
,
when
even
the
clamour
of
Lucky
Weir
’
s
was
still
,
three
figures
stole
from
the
manse
,
after
David
by
many
reconnaissances
had
assured
himself
that
the
coast
was
clear
.
Montrose
’
s
erstwhile
captain
was
dressed
like
a
small
farmer
,
in
David
’
s
breeches
and
a
coat
that
had
once
belonged
to
Isobel
’
s
goodman
.
He
had
a
rude
crutch
,
with
which
he
managed
to
keep
up
a
good
pace
,
having
learnt
the
art
,
he
said
,
during
an
escape
from
a
patrol
of
Wallenstein
’
s
,
which
for
greater
security
had
manacled
the
prisoners
in
pairs
leg
to
leg
.
Isobel
prospected
the
road
before
him
like
a
faithful
dog
,
while
David
steadied
him
with
his
arm
.
In
such
fashion
they
crossed
the
Hill
of
Deer
,
and
in
a
darkness
lit
only
by
the
stars
came
to
the
glade
called
Paradise
.
There
they
found
awaiting
them
a
glimmering
girl
,
at
the
sight
of
whom
Isobel
’
s
fears
broke
loose
,
for
she
prayed
in
words
not
sanctioned
by
any
Kirk
,
and
her
prayer
was
for
mercy
from
the
Good
Folk
.
Kerr
made
an
attempt
at
a
bow
.
"
Mistress
Yester
,
it
is
not
the
first
time
I
have
come
for
succour
to
women
of
your
house
.
They
say
I
must
take
to
the
shaws
like
Robin
Hood
,
but
the
wildwood
will
be
a
palace
if
you
are
among
its
visitors
.
"
"
Yester
,
"
Isobel
muttered
to
herself
.
"
The
young
leddy
o
’
Calidon
!
Wha
wad
have
thocht
that
the
minister
was
acquaint
there
?
Certes
,
she
’
s
the
bonny
ane
,
"
and
she
bobbed
curtsies
.
Katrine
was
the
general
.
"
These
bundles
are
bedding
and
food
.
Up
with
them
,
sir
,
and
I
will
guide
Captain
Kerr
.
I
have
also
brought
a
covered
lantern
,
which
will
light
us
through
the
pines
better
than
your
candle
,
Mr
.
David
.
La
,
this
is
a
merry
venture
.
"
The
sense
of
company
,
the
presence
of
Katrine
and
the
soldier
,
the
nature
of
the
errand
,
above
all
the
preposterous
figure
of
Isobel
,
whose
terrors
of
the
Wood
were
scarcely
outweighed
by
her
loyalty
to
her
master
and
her
curiosity
about
the
girl
,
took
from
the
occasion
for
David
all
sense
of
awe
,
and
even
endowed
it
with
a
spice
of
fun
and
holiday
.
The
mood
lasted
till
they
had
crossed
the
boundary
glen
and
entered
the
pines
;
it
endured
even
when
,
feeling
their
way
along
the
foot
of
the
low
cliffs
,
they
looked
downward
and
saw
by
the
lantern
light
an
eerie
white
stone
in
a
dim
glade
.
The
girl
guided
them
to
a
dry
hollow
where
an
arch
of
rock
made
a
kind
of
roof
and
where
a
yard
off
a
spring
bubbled
among
the
stones
.
It
was
she
,
and
not
Isobel
,
who
made
a
couch
of
branches
and
fir
boughs
on
which
she
laid
the
deerskins
and
plaids
she
had
brought
.
It
was
she
,
and
not
David
,
who
gathered
dry
sticks
against
the
morning
fire
and
saw
that
Kerr
had
flint
and
steel
and
tinder
.
It
was
she
,
too
,
who
made
a
larder
of
a
shelf
in
the
rock
,
where
she
stored
the
food
,
and
fixed
certain
hours
of
the
day
for
further
provisioning
,
and
enjoined
a
variation
of
routes
to
prevent
suspicion
.
It
was
she
finally
who
presented
Kerr
with
a
pistol
,
shot
,
and
powder
-
-
belonging
,
it
is
to
be
feared
,
to
one
of
the
imprisoned
troopers
-
-
and
who
saw
him
to
bed
like
a
nurse
with
a
child
.
"
I
’
m
as
snug
here
as
a
winter
badger
,
"
said
Kerr
contentedly
.
"
I
lack
nought
but
a
pipe
of
tobacco
,
and
that
I
must
whistle
for
,
seeing
that
I
left
my
spleuchan
at
Philiphaugh
.
.
.
.
Mistress
,
you
’
ve
the
knack
of
an
old
campaigner
.
You
might
have
been
at
the
wars
.
"
"
The
men
of
my
race
have
always
been
at
the
wars
,
and
the
women
have
always
dreamed
of
them
,
"
she
said
,
and
on
his
forehead
she
kissed
him
good
-
night
.
David
Leslie
came
to
Woodilee
in
the
morning
,
but
did
not
halt
,
pushing
on
to
Lanark
in
the
afternoon
.
His
army
was
in
less
of
a
hurry
,
and
three
troop
-
captains
made
their
beds
in
the
manse
,
while
the
minister
slept
on
his
study
floor
.
They
were
civil
enough
,
cadets
of
small
houses
in
Fife
,
who
had
had
their
training
in
arms
abroad
,
and
cared
as
little
for
the
cause
they
fought
for
as
any
mercenary
of
Tilly
’
s
.
Within
two
days
the
neighbourhood
was
clear
of
soldiery
,
save
for
the
garrisons
left
as
earth
-
stoppers
at
houses
like
Calidon
,
which
might
be
the
refuge
of
malignants
.
For
a
week
Mark
Kerr
lay
in
the
recesses
of
Melanudrigill
,
and
for
David
the
days
passed
like
a
seraphic
vision
.
Every
night
after
the
darkening
he
met
Katrine
in
Paradise
,
and
the
two
carried
to
the
refugee
his
daily
provender
-
-
eggs
and
milk
,
ale
from
the
Calidon
buttery
,
cakes
which
were
Mistress
Grizel
’
s
,
cheese
which
was
Isobel
’
s
.
For
David
the
spell
of
the
Wood
had
gone
.
He
looked
on
it
now
as
a
man
does
at
his
familiar
bedroom
when
he
wakes
from
a
nightmare
,
unable
to
reconstruct
the
scene
of
his
terrors
.
