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"
I
lived
here
as
a
boy
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
’
m
but
now
returned
.
Yet
I
think
I
could
put
you
on
your
way
to
Calidon
.
The
moon
’
s
high
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
braw
moon
,
"
said
the
second
trooper
,
"
and
it
lighted
us
fine
down
Aller
,
but
the
brawest
moon
will
not
discover
you
a
dwelling
in
a
muckle
wood
,
if
you
kenna
the
road
to
it
.
"
The
three
had
moved
out
from
the
shade
of
the
alders
and
were
now
clear
under
the
sky
.
Troopers
,
common
troopers
and
shabby
at
that
,
riding
weary
,
ill
-
conditioned
beasts
.
The
nag
which
the
third
led
was
a
mere
rickle
of
bones
.
And
yet
to
David
’
s
eye
there
was
that
about
them
which
belied
their
apparent
rank
.
They
had
spoken
in
the
country
way
,
but
their
tones
were
not
those
of
countrymen
.
They
had
not
the
air
of
a
gaunt
Jock
or
a
round
-
faced
Tam
from
the
plough
-
tail
.
All
three
were
slim
,
and
the
hands
which
grasped
the
bridles
were
notably
fine
.
They
held
themselves
straight
like
courtiers
,
and
in
their
voices
lurked
a
note
as
of
men
accustomed
to
command
.
The
leader
was
a
dark
man
,
with
a
weary
thin
face
and
great
circles
round
his
eyes
;
the
second
a
tall
fellow
,
with
a
tanned
skin
,
a
cast
in
his
left
eye
,
and
a
restless
dare
-
devil
look
;
the
third
,
who
seemed
to
be
their
groom
,
had
so
far
not
spoken
,
and
had
stood
at
the
back
with
the
led
horse
,
but
David
had
a
glimpse
above
his
ragged
doublet
of
a
neat
small
moustache
and
a
delicate
chin
.
"
Leven
has
good
blood
in
his
ranks
,
"
he
thought
,
"
for
these
three
never
came
out
of
a
but
-
and
-
ben
.
"
Moreover
,
the
ordinary
trooper
on
his
way
home
would
not
make
Calidon
a
house
of
call
.
He
led
them
up
to
the
glen
road
,
intending
to
give
them
directions
about
their
way
,
but
there
he
found
that
his
memory
had
betrayed
him
.
He
knew
exactly
in
which
nook
of
hill
lay
Calidon
,
but
for
the
life
of
him
he
could
not
remember
how
the
track
ran
to
it
.
"
I
’
ll
have
to
be
your
guide
,
sirs
,
"
he
told
them
.
"
I
can
take
you
to
Calidon
,
but
I
cannot
tell
you
how
to
get
there
.
"
"
We
’
re
beholden
to
you
,
sir
,
but
it
’
s
a
sore
burden
on
your
good
-
nature
.
Does
your
own
road
lie
in
that
airt
?
"
The
young
man
laughed
.
"
The
night
is
fine
and
I
’
m
in
no
haste
to
be
in
bed
.
I
’
ll
have
you
at
Calidon
door
in
half
an
hour
.
"
Presently
he
led
them
off
the
road
across
a
patch
of
heather
,
forded
Rood
at
a
shallow
,
and
entered
a
wood
of
birches
.
The
going
was
bad
,
and
the
groom
with
the
led
horse
had
the
worst
of
it
.
The
troopers
were
humane
men
,
for
they
seemed
to
have
a
curious
care
of
their
servant
.
It
was
"
Canny
now
,
James
-
-
there
’
s
bog
on
the
left
,
"
or
"
Take
tent
of
that
howe
;
"
and
once
or
twice
,
when
there
was
a
difficult
passage
,
one
or
the
other
would
seize
the
bridle
of
the
led
horse
till
the
groom
had
passed
.
David
saw
from
the
man
’
s
face
that
he
was
grey
with
fatigue
.
