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There
could
be
no
question
of
the
consternation
of
the
audience
-
-
it
almost
equalled
his
own
.
Chasehope
alone
kept
his
composure
;
the
others
stared
in
horror
and
growing
anger
.
"
That
will
no
be
permitted
,
"
came
from
the
lowering
Mirehope
,
and
"
A
bonny
minister
,
"
cried
another
,
"
to
file
his
house
wi
’
a
dirty
witch
.
He
maun
himsel
’
be
ower
great
wi
’
the
Deil
.
"
The
pricker
twisted
and
grinned
,
and
his
eyes
watched
approvingly
the
spasms
of
the
woman
on
the
straw
.
David
was
carried
out
of
himself
,
and
before
he
was
aware
of
it
had
drawn
his
sword
.
"
She
goes
to
the
manse
.
I
will
suffer
no
let
or
hindrance
in
this
plain
duty
.
Whoever
opposes
me
will
rue
it
.
"
"
Wad
ye
deforce
the
session
?
"
Mirehope
shouted
in
a
voice
like
a
bull
and
got
to
his
feet
.
From
the
idiot
on
his
perch
came
an
unexpected
encouragement
.
"
Fine
,
sir
.
Fine
,
my
bonny
Mr
.
David
,
"
cried
Gibbie
.
"
Stap
your
sword
in
his
wame
.
I
’
ll
uphaud
ye
wi
’
my
staff
,
for
the
puir
kimmer
was
ill
-
guidit
.
I
couldna
sleep
a
wink
a
’
nicht
for
her
skellochs
.
"
A
voice
broke
in
on
the
storm
,
and
David
saw
that
it
was
the
new
tenant
of
Crossbasket
.
"
Put
up
your
blade
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
’
s
no
need
for
fighting
among
Christian
folk
.
These
honest
men
have
been
following
the
light
vouchsafed
to
them
,
and
if
there
’
s
blame
to
be
cast
it
’
s
on
this
pricker
chiel
that
comes
from
I
know
not
where
.
"
There
was
something
in
the
quiet
tones
which
fell
like
oil
on
yeasty
water
.
David
settled
back
his
sword
into
its
sheath
,
Mirehope
sat
down
again
on
his
keg
,
Chasehope
turned
his
head
to
the
speaker
with
the
first
sign
of
discomposure
he
had
yet
shown
.
"
Ye
’
ll
forgive
me
,
neighbours
,
"
Mark
continued
,
"
since
I
’
m
but
new
come
to
the
parish
,
but
I
’
ve
seen
a
hantle
o
’
the
world
,
and
I
would
be
wae
to
see
honest
men
run
their
heids
against
a
stone
wall
.
The
woman
may
be
a
’
you
say
and
waur
,
but
it
looks
as
if
her
handlin
’
had
been
ower
sair
,
and
I
’
m
muckle
mista
’
en
if
she
’
ll
no
be
a
corp
ere
morning
.
Consider
,
friends
.
-
-
This
is
no
a
court
constituted
by
a
Privy
Council
commission
;
it
’
s
nae
mair
than
a
private
gathering
o
’
well
-
wishers
to
the
Kirk
and
the
Law
.
In
my
time
I
’
ve
meddled
ower
much
wi
’
the
Law
for
my
comfort
,
and
I
ken
something
about
the
jaud
.
