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And
we
will
ride
for
hame
.
"
The
hand
which
had
moved
from
under
his
was
laid
on
his
head
.
Suddenly
a
face
bent
down
towards
him
and
a
kiss
as
light
as
a
bird
’
s
wing
brushed
his
forehead
.
He
caught
her
to
him
from
the
saddle
.
David
awoke
next
morning
to
a
world
which
had
been
suddenly
re
-
created
.
That
Katrine
should
return
his
love
upheaved
for
him
the
foundations
of
the
globe
.
Nothing
could
be
the
same
again
,
in
face
of
this
tremendous
fact
;
his
troubles
lifted
like
mist
in
the
sun
,
for
what
ill
could
befall
one
whom
Katrine
loved
?
Even
the
incubus
of
sin
in
Woodilee
seemed
to
lighten
,
for
evil
could
not
prevail
with
such
a
lady
walking
the
earth
.
He
felt
that
he
had
come
anew
into
the
land
of
the
living
,
and
every
fibre
of
him
sang
praises
.
His
new
fortitude
was
proof
against
even
the
news
which
Reiverslaw
brought
.
That
worthy
arrived
at
the
manse
with
a
long
face
.
The
coven
in
Woodilee
had
held
their
Hallowmass
rites
,
and
to
the
best
of
his
belief
they
had
held
them
in
the
kirk
.
.
.
.
He
had
lost
sight
of
Chasehope
early
in
the
evening
,
and
had
gone
to
Mirehope
on
a
false
scent
.
.
.
.
They
had
been
watching
the
manse
and
knew
that
the
minister
was
from
home
.
.
.
.
He
had
hastened
up
the
road
seeking
David
and
had
been
overtaken
by
the
fog
,
and
when
he
got
back
to
Woodilee
the
place
had
been
under
a
blanket
.
Doubtless
the
Devil
was
protecting
his
own
.
.
.
.
There
had
been
no
cruisies
lit
in
the
cottages
,
even
of
those
who
were
known
to
be
of
the
coven
.
But
,
as
luck
would
have
it
,
he
had
entered
the
kirkyard
and
had
seen
a
speck
of
light
in
the
kirk
.
The
door
was
locked
,
but
he
was
clear
that
there
were
folk
inside
.
.
.
.
He
had
roused
Robb
to
get
the
key
,
but
no
key
was
to
be
found
.
He
had
gone
for
Amos
Ritchie
to
break
open
the
door
,
and
though
Amos
had
refused
to
stir
,
he
had
borrowed
a
mell
and
a
crowbar
;
but
when
he
reached
the
kirk
,
the
place
was
quiet
and
dark
again
,
and
the
keys
were
lying
on
Robb
’
s
doorstep
.
The
man
was
really
shocked
,
for
this
was
a
superfluity
of
naughtiness
for
which
he
had
not
been
prepared
.
To
David
,
with
a
memory
of
his
Kirk
Session
,
the
sacrilege
was
less
of
a
surprise
;
if
men
and
women
could
defy
their
Maker
by
sitting
at
the
communion
table
and
by
taking
in
vain
the
Gospel
words
,
they
would
not
shrink
from
polluting
God
’
s
house
.
But
it
proved
the
boldness
and
security
of
the
evildoers
.
It
was
Chasehope
of
whom
he
chiefly
thought
,
Chasehope
,
that
darling
of
the
Presbytery
,
the
ally
of
the
Kirk
in
hunting
down
malignants
,
the
one
in
all
the
parish
who
flaunted
most
his
piety
.
The
man
grew
in
stature
as
he
contemplated
him
.
Here
was
no
feeble
sinner
,
but
a
very
provost
in
the
craft
,
who
turned
all
the
uses
of
religion
to
his
foul
purposes
.
And
at
the
thought
David
,
fired
by
his
new
happiness
,
almost
rejoiced
;
he
was
fighting
not
with
human
frailty
,
but
against
a
resolute
will
to
damnation
.
That
day
he
received
a
summons
to
attend
on
the
following
Monday
upon
a
special
meeting
of
Presbytery
at
Kirk
Aller
for
a
preliminary
examination
.
The
thing
seemed
to
him
now
to
have
lost
all
terrors
.
He
had
no
anger
against
his
accusers
,
for
were
they
not
dull
old
men
who
knew
nothing
of
the
ravishing
world
that
had
been
opened
to
him
?
He
would
be
very
meek
with
them
,
for
he
pitied
them
;
if
they
chose
to
censure
and
degrade
him
he
would
bear
it
patiently
.
His
extreme
happiness
made
him
feel
more
than
ever
in
the
hands
of
the
Almighty
and
disposed
to
walk
softly
before
Him
.
He
had
given
many
hostages
to
fortune
,
but
he
had
won
something
which
could
never
be
taken
away
.
Thankful
and
humble
he
felt
,
in
love
with
life
and
with
all
humanity
,
and
notably
less
bellicose
.
His
path
of
duty
was
clear
,
but
he
would
not
court
antagonisms
.
He
owed
much
to
the
less
fortunate
,
he
who
daily
met
Katrine
in
the
greenwood
or
on
the
hill
in
the
soft
noons
which
make
a
false
summer
at
autumn
’
s
end
.
So
on
the
Sabbath
he
preached
a
sermon
which
was
long
spoken
of
in
Woodilee
.
He
discoursed
of
charity
-
-
a
topic
not
popular
in
the
Kirk
,
and
commonly
left
to
such
as
Mr
.
Fordyce
who
were
afflicted
with
ill
-
health
.
For
a
young
minister
,
his
face
ruddy
with
the
hill
winds
and
his
figure
as
well
set
up
as
a
dragoon
’
s
,
to
expand
on
such
a
matter
seemed
a
mere
waste
of
precious
time
,
when
so
many
more
marrowy
subjects
lay
to
his
hand
.
Yet
there
was
that
in
David
’
s
earnestness
which
impressed
his
audience
almost
as
much
as
if
his
sermon
had
been
on
death
and
judgment
.
He
had
a
new
hearer
.
A
man
sat
beneath
the
pulpit
whose
eyes
never
moved
from
the
minister
’
s
face
-
-
a
mere
lath
of
a
man
,
thin
to
emaciation
,
with
a
narrow
head
and
a
much
-
freckled
face
,
a
ragged
beard
,
and
eyes
with
red
lights
in
them
like
a
ferret
’
s
.
David
noticed
that
,
as
the
kirk
emptied
,
the
others
seemed
to
shun
the
newcomer
’
s
proximity
.
As
he
moved
to
the
door
,
there
was
a
drift
away
from
him
,
like
sheep
from
a
collie
.
That
night
Isobel
gave
him
news
of
the
stranger
.
