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She
admitted
that
she
had
taken
the
pains
of
childbirth
from
women
-
-
but
what
women
she
would
not
say
-
-
and
that
then
the
child
had
been
born
dead
,
and
had
so
become
a
"
kain
bairn
"
for
the
Devil
.
Last
,
and
most
damning
,
she
had
between
her
shoulders
the
Devil
’
s
secret
mark
.
Some
sentences
from
the
document
David
read
aloud
,
and
in
his
voice
there
was
bitter
scorn
.
He
believed
most
devoutly
in
the
menace
of
witchcraft
and
in
a
Devil
who
could
take
bodily
form
and
divert
the
course
of
nature
to
seduce
human
souls
,
but
this
catalogue
of
sins
seemed
to
him
too
childish
for
credence
.
It
was
what
any
woman
crazed
with
pain
might
confess
in
the
hope
of
winning
respite
.
Most
of
the
details
he
remembered
from
his
boyhood
as
common
talk
;
the
witch
-
cake
rhyme
he
had
sung
himself
;
the
charm
to
fill
Bessie
’
s
meal
-
ark
during
the
winter
he
knew
to
be
false
,
for
she
had
nearly
died
of
want
,
and
he
had
fed
her
from
the
manse
kitchen
.
.
.
.
He
had
seen
her
in
the
Wood
,
and
yet
there
was
no
mention
of
the
Wood
.
Chasehope
had
been
present
at
the
torture
,
and
doubtless
his
fell
influence
had
kept
her
rhapsody
away
from
the
point
of
danger
.
The
poor
soul
was
guilty
,
but
not
of
this
childishness
.
He
looked
at
her
as
she
lay
,
mindless
,
racked
,
dying
perhaps
,
and
an
awful
conviction
entered
his
mind
.
She
was
a
human
sacrifice
made
by
the
coven
to
their
master
.
.
.
.
He
had
read
of
such
things
,
he
half
-
remembered
tales
of
them
.
.
.
.
Perhaps
she
was
a
willing
victim
-
-
he
had
heard
of
such
-
-
coming
forward
with
a
perverted
joy
to
confess
her
shame
.
The
torture
-
-
that
would
be
to
stimulate
her
imagination
.
Isobel
had
always
said
she
was
weak
in
her
mind
.
.
.
.
She
might
have
been
chosen
by
lot
in
the
kirk
on
Hallowmass
-
e
’
en
.
.
.
.
Chasehope
was
not
her
inquisitor
,
but
the
dark
priest
who
conducted
the
ritual
.
His
anger
and
disgust
rose
to
a
fury
.
He
tore
the
paper
into
little
pieces
and
flung
them
in
the
pricker
’
s
face
.
"
What
doubly
damned
crime
have
you
committed
?
"
he
cried
.
"
You
have
tortured
a
wretched
weak
woman
and
taken
down
her
ravings
for
truth
.
You
have
maybe
killed
her
,
murderer
that
you
be
!
Your
sins
cry
out
to
God
,
and
yours
above
all
,
Ephraim
Caird
,
whose
hands
I
have
myself
seen
dipped
in
the
blackest
witchcraft
.
"
Chasehope
’
s
face
was
smiling
blandly
.
"
I
kenna
what
right
ye
have
to
meddle
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
paper
ye
’
ve
torn
is
but
a
copy
.
The
memorial
itsel
’
will
be
in
safe
hands
this
nicht
.
Wad
ye
set
yoursel
’
up
against
the
Presbytery
and
the
law
o
’
the
land
,
you
that
have
been
suspended
this
day
,
as
is
weel
kenned
,
frae
your
rights
as
minister
o
’
this
parish
?
Ye
’
d
best
gang
hame
to
your
bed
,
sir
,
and
pray
that
ye
may
be
delivered
frae
the
sin
o
’
presumption
.
This
woman
will
bide
the
nicht
in
this
place
under
lock
and
key
,
till
the
Shirra
sends
for
her
.
"
"
She
will
go
with
me
to
the
manse
this
night
-
-
and
,
please
God
,
I
will
nurse
her
back
into
life
.
"
