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In
that
dream
he
too
had
been
mail
-
clad
,
and
he
laughed
at
the
remembrance
.
It
was
a
far
cry
from
that
to
the
sedate
minister
of
Woodilee
.
As
he
turned
up
the
road
to
the
Greenshiel
he
remembered
with
compunction
his
errand
.
He
had
been
amusing
himself
with
vain
memories
when
he
was
on
the
way
to
comfort
a
bed
of
death
.
Both
horse
and
rider
were
in
a
sober
mood
when
they
reached
the
sheiling
,
the
horse
from
much
stumbling
in
peat
-
bogs
,
and
the
man
from
reflections
on
his
unworthiness
.
Rushlights
burned
in
the
single
room
,
and
the
door
and
the
one
window
stood
open
.
It
was
a
miserable
hut
of
unmortared
stones
from
the
hill
,
the
gaps
stuffed
with
earth
and
turf
,
and
the
roof
of
heather
thatch
.
One
glance
showed
him
that
he
was
too
late
.
A
man
sat
on
a
stool
by
the
dead
peat
-
fire
with
his
head
in
his
hands
.
A
woman
was
moving
beside
the
box
bed
and
unfolding
a
piece
of
coarse
linen
.
The
shepherd
of
the
Greenshiel
might
be
an
old
exercised
Christian
,
but
there
were
things
in
that
place
which
had
no
warrant
from
the
Bible
.
A
platter
full
of
coarse
salt
lay
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
and
at
the
top
crossed
twigs
of
ash
.
The
woman
-
-
she
was
a
neighbouring
shepherd
’
s
wife
-
-
stilled
her
keening
at
the
sound
of
David
’
s
feet
.
"
It
’
s
himsel
’
,
"
she
cried
.
"
Richie
,
it
’
s
the
minister
.
Wae
’
s
me
,
sir
,
but
ye
’
re
ower
late
to
speed
puir
Mirren
.
An
hour
syne
she
gaed
to
her
reward
-
-
just
slipped
awa
’
in
a
fit
o
’
hoastin
’
[
coughing
]
.
I
’
ve
strauchten
’
d
the
corp
and
am
gettin
’
the
deid
claes
ready
-
-
Mirren
was
aye
prood
o
’
hers
,
and
keepit
them
fine
and
caller
wi
’
gall
and
rosmry
.
Come
forrit
,
sir
,
and
tak
’
a
look
on
her
that
’
s
gane
.
There
was
nae
deid
-
thraws
wi
’
Mirren
,
and
she
’
s
lyin
’
as
peacefu
’
as
a
bairn
.
Her
face
is
sair
faun
in
,
but
I
mind
when
it
was
the
bonniest
face
in
a
’
Rood
water
.
"
The
dead
woman
lay
with
cheeks
like
wax
,
a
coin
on
each
eye
,
so
that
for
the
moment
her
face
had
the
look
of
a
skull
.
Disease
had
sculptured
it
to
an
extreme
fineness
,
and
the
nose
,
the
jaw
,
and
the
lines
of
the
forehead
seemed
chiselled
out
of
ivory
.
David
had
rarely
looked
on
death
,
and
the
sight
gave
him
a
sense
first
of
repulsion
and
then
of
an
intolerable
pathos
.
He
scarcely
heard
the
clatter
of
the
shepherd
’
s
wife
.
"
She
’
s
been
deein
’
this
mony
a
day
,
and
now
she
’
s
gane
joyfully
to
meet
her
Lord
.
Eh
,
but
she
was
blithe
to
gang
in
the
hinner
end
.
There
was
a
time
when
she
was
sweir
to
leave
Richie
.
’
Elspet
,
’
she
says
to
me
,
’
what
will
that
puir
man
o
’
mine
dae
his
lee
lane
?
’
and
I
aye
says
to
her
,
’
Mirren
,
my
wumman
,
the
Lord
’
s
a
grand
provider
,
and
Richie
will
haud
fast
by
Him
.
Are
not
twa
sparrows
,
’
I
says
-
-
"
David
went
over
to
the
husband
on
the
creepie
by
the
fireside
,
and
laid
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
The
man
sat
hunched
in
a
stupor
of
misery
.
"
Richie
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
I
’
m
too
late
to
pray
with
Marion
,
I
can
pray
with
you
.
"
