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"
Reiverslaw
!
"
he
cried
.
"
You
take
the
one
end
and
I
’
ll
take
the
other
.
"
The
farmer
advanced
,
and
for
a
second
it
looked
as
if
he
might
be
prevented
by
force
.
He
turned
fierce
eyes
on
the
crowd
.
"
Ay
,
sir
.
I
’
ll
dae
your
bidding
.
.
.
.
And
if
ony
man
lifts
his
hand
to
prevent
me
,
he
’
ll
get
a
sarkfu
’
o
’
broken
banes
.
"
The
strange
cortège
moved
out
into
the
darkness
,
without
opposition
.
It
may
have
been
the
honest
feeling
of
the
majority
that
let
it
go
;
it
may
have
been
the
truculent
Reiverslaw
,
or
David
with
his
white
face
and
the
sword
bobbing
at
his
belt
:
but
most
likely
it
was
the
fact
that
Mark
Riddel
walked
by
the
minister
’
s
side
.
Bessie
Todd
died
just
before
morning
.
Isobel
received
her
old
gossip
with
tears
and
lamentations
,
laid
her
in
the
best
bed
,
washed
and
salved
her
wounds
,
and
strove
to
revive
her
with
cordials
.
But
the
trial
had
been
too
hard
for
a
frail
woman
far
down
in
the
vale
of
years
.
David
watched
all
night
by
her
bedside
,
and
though
at
the
end
she
became
conscious
,
her
mind
was
hopelessly
unhinged
,
and
she
babbled
nonsense
and
scraps
of
childish
rhymes
.
If
he
could
not
pray
with
her
,
he
prayed
beside
her
,
pleading
passionately
for
the
departing
soul
.
As
Isobel
straightened
the
body
and
closed
the
eyes
,
she
asked
anxiously
if
there
had
been
any
space
given
for
repentance
.
David
shook
his
head
"
Puir
thing
,
she
got
the
Devil
’
s
fee
and
bountith
,
and
muckle
guid
it
did
her
.
Let
’
s
hope
,
sir
,
that
afore
her
mind
left
her
she
had
grace
given
her
to
renounce
him
and
creep
to
the
Mercy
Seat
.
.
.
.
We
’
ll
gar
some
folks
in
Woodilee
look
gash
[
ghastly
]
for
this
.
There
was
a
time
,
Mr
.
David
,
when
I
wad
have
held
ye
back
,
but
my
word
now
is
Gang
forrit
,
till
ye
rive
this
parish
wi
’
the
fear
o
’
God
,
and
sinners
we
ken
o
’
will
howl
on
their
knees
for
as
quiet
a
death
-
bed
as
Bessie
’
s
.
"
The
pricker
disappeared
from
the
parish
in
the
night
.
The
dead
woman
was
buried
decently
in
the
kirkyard
,
and
her
male
kin
attended
the
funeral
as
if
there
had
never
been
a
word
against
her
fair
fame
.
There
was
indeed
a
certain
revulsion
of
feeling
among
plain
people
in
Woodilee
.
Bessie
had
been
liked
;
she
was
regretted
and
pitied
;
the
downfall
of
the
pricker
seemed
to
invalidate
her
confession
.
But
there
was
a
party
-
-
Chasehope
was
the
leader
-
-
who
held
that
solemn
things
had
been
trifled
with
and
that
the
minister
had
gone
far
to
bring
God
’
s
curse
on
the
parish
.
He
had
laid
his
hand
to
his
sword
like
a
malignant
,
and
had
made
light
of
an
awful
confession
before
the
pricker
had
been
discredited
.
Bessie
might
have
been
innocent
of
witchcraft
,
but
in
his
plea
for
her
he
had
shown
a
discreditable
leniency
towards
the
sin
.
Women
might
be
old
and
frail
,
but
if
they
were
leagued
with
Satan
it
was
enough
to
put
them
beyond
the
pale
of
Christian
sympathy
.
The
minister
was
patently
rebellious
and
self
-
willed
,
a
scorner
of
the
yoke
of
Kirk
and
Word
.
But
the
night
’
s
events
caused
a
notable
increase
in
one
reputation
.
The
new
tenant
of
Crossbasket
had
shown
himself
an
ill
man
to
counter
.
He
had
the
interests
of
the
parish
at
heart
and
had
given
wise
advice
,
and
he
had
confounded
the
pricker
with
a
terrible
ease
.
Clearly
a
man
with
power
;
nor
was
there
reason
to
think
that
the
power
was
not
given
him
from
on
high
.
A
hard
man
to
gainsay
,
as
even
Chasehope
had
found
.
His
friendliness
had
made
him
popular
,
and
folk
were
slipping
into
neighbourly
ways
with
him
.
Soon
he
would
have
been
"
Mark
"
to
most
,
and
"
Glee
’
d
Mark
"
behind
his
back
.
But
from
that
night
formality
and
decorum
invested
him
;
he
was
"
Crossbasket
"
even
to
the
children
,
and
the
humbler
doffed
their
bonnets
when
he
drew
near
.
