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The
moon
had
risen
and
the
glen
lay
in
a
yellow
light
,
with
the
high
hills
between
Rood
and
Aller
shrunk
to
mild
ridges
.
The
stream
caught
the
glow
,
and
its
shallows
were
like
silver
chased
in
amber
.
The
young
man
’
s
heart
was
full
with
the
scene
which
he
had
left
.
Death
was
very
near
to
men
,
jostling
them
at
every
corner
,
whispering
in
their
ear
at
kirk
and
market
,
creeping
between
them
and
their
firesides
.
Soon
the
shepherd
of
the
Greenshiel
would
lie
beside
his
wife
;
in
a
little
,
too
,
his
own
stout
limbs
would
be
a
heap
of
dust
.
How
small
and
frail
seemed
the
life
in
that
cottage
,
as
contrasted
with
the
rich
pulsing
world
of
the
woods
and
hills
and
their
serene
continuance
.
But
it
was
they
that
were
the
shadows
in
God
’
s
sight
.
The
immortal
thing
was
the
broken
human
heart
that
could
say
in
its
frailty
that
its
Redeemer
liveth
.
"
Thou
,
Lord
,
"
he
repeated
to
himself
,
"
in
the
beginning
hast
laid
the
foundations
of
the
earth
,
and
the
heavens
are
the
work
of
Thy
hands
.
They
shall
perish
,
but
Thou
shalt
endure
;
they
all
shall
wax
old
as
doth
a
garment
,
and
as
a
vesture
shalt
Thou
change
them
,
and
they
shall
be
changed
:
but
Thou
art
the
same
,
and
Thy
years
shall
not
fail
.
"
But
as
the
road
twined
among
the
birches
David
’
s
mood
became
insensibly
more
pagan
.
He
could
not
resist
the
joy
of
the
young
life
that
ran
in
his
members
,
and
which
seemed
to
be
quickened
by
the
glen
of
his
childhood
.
Death
was
the
portion
of
all
,
but
youth
was
still
far
from
death
.
.
.
.
The
dimness
and
delicacy
of
the
landscape
,
the
lines
of
hill
melting
into
a
haze
under
the
moon
,
went
to
his
head
like
wine
.
It
was
a
world
transfigured
and
spell
-
laden
.
On
his
left
the
dark
blotch
which
was
Melanudrigill
lay
like
a
spider
over
the
hillsides
and
the
mouths
of
the
glens
,
but
all
in
front
and
to
his
right
was
kindly
and
golden
.
He
had
come
back
to
his
own
country
,
and
it
held
out
its
arms
to
him
.
"
Salve
,
O
venusta
Sirmio
,
"
he
cried
,
and
an
owl
answered
.
The
glen
road
was
reached
,
but
he
did
not
turn
towards
Roodfoot
.
He
had
now
no
dread
of
the
wood
of
Melanudrigill
,
but
he
had
a
notion
to
stand
beside
Rood
water
,
where
it
flowed
in
a
ferny
meadow
which
had
been
his
favourite
fishing
-
ground
.
So
he
pushed
beyond
the
path
into
a
maze
of
bracken
and
presently
was
at
the
stream
’
s
edge
.
And
then
,
as
he
guided
his
horse
past
a
thicket
of
alders
,
he
came
full
upon
a
little
party
of
riders
who
had
halted
there
.
There
were
three
of
them
-
-
troopers
,
they
seemed
,
with
buff
caps
and
doublets
and
heavy
cavalry
swords
,
and
besides
their
own
scraggy
horses
there
was
a
led
beast
.
The
three
men
were
consulting
when
David
stumbled
on
them
,
and
at
the
sight
of
him
they
had
sprung
apart
and
laid
hands
on
their
swords
.
But
a
second
glance
had
reassured
them
.
"
Good
e
’
en
to
you
,
friend
,
"
said
he
who
appeared
to
be
the
leader
.
"
You
travel
late
.
"
It
was
not
an
encounter
which
David
would
have
sought
,
for
wandering
soldiery
had
a
bad
name
in
the
land
.
Something
of
this
may
have
been
in
the
other
’
s
mind
,
for
his
next
words
were
an
explanation
.
"
You
see
three
old
soldiers
of
Leven
’
s
,
"
he
said
,
"
on
the
way
north
after
the
late
crowning
mercy
vouchsafed
to
us
against
the
malignants
.
We
be
Angus
men
,
and
have
the
general
’
s
leave
to
visit
our
homes
.
If
you
belong
hereaways
you
can
maybe
help
us
with
the
road
.
Ken
you
a
place
of
the
name
of
Calidon
?
"
To
their
eyes
David
must
have
seemed
a
young
farmer
or
a
bonnet
-
laird
late
on
the
road
from
some
errand
of
roystering
or
sweethearting
.
