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He
had
never
entered
the
Wood
from
this
side
,
and
in
the
darkness
the
road
would
have
been
at
all
times
hard
to
find
,
but
now
he
seemed
to
have
a
map
in
his
brain
and
to
steer
by
an
instinct
.
In
this
backward
spring
there
was
no
sprouting
undergrowth
,
but
the
dead
bracken
stalks
had
not
yet
shrunk
to
earth
,
and
he
waded
waist
-
deep
among
them
.
The
man
beside
him
had
lost
the
power
of
resistance
.
He
followed
like
an
obedient
hound
,
without
the
need
of
David
’
s
grasp
on
his
arm
.
Often
he
stumbled
,
and
once
he
fell
into
the
dell
of
a
burn
and
had
to
be
lifted
out
,
but
he
made
no
attempt
at
resistance
or
escape
.
He
walked
and
sometimes
ran
,
crouching
almost
double
,
and
as
he
went
he
made
little
moaning
noises
which
might
have
been
prayers
.
The
wind
was
wild
in
the
tree
-
tops
,
and
rushing
down
the
aisles
and
corries
of
the
hillside
made
a
sound
which
was
now
like
a
great
organ
and
now
like
muffled
drums
.
Higher
they
mounted
till
they
reached
a
broad
shelf
of
more
level
ground
,
where
the
covert
was
thick
and
the
speed
slow
.
.
.
.
And
then
,
almost
before
he
was
aware
of
it
,
David
found
himself
looking
at
an
open
space
with
a
dark
stone
in
the
midst
of
it
.
The
moonlight
was
faint
,
but
the
glade
was
clear
in
its
outlines
,
a
patch
of
grey
turf
in
a
ring
of
inky
shadow
.
The
altar
was
no
longer
white
as
in
the
summer
midnight
,
but
dark
with
the
drenching
winter
rains
.
A
bleak
,
sodden
place
it
now
appeared
to
David
,
a
trivial
place
,
no
more
than
a
common
howe
in
a
wood
.
But
the
other
seemed
to
look
on
it
with
different
eyes
.
When
he
saw
the
stone
he
gave
one
shrill
cry
of
terror
and
collapsed
on
the
ground
,
burying
his
face
in
the
moss
as
if
to
shut
out
the
sight
.
David
seized
him
and
dragged
him
forward
till
he
lay
by
the
altar
,
and
all
the
while
his
screams
rose
piercingly
above
the
wind
.
"
There
is
no
need
for
confession
,
"
the
minister
said
.
"
You
have
betrayed
yourself
.
.
.
.
Now
I
know
with
the
uttermost
certainty
that
it
was
you
I
saw
here
at
Beltane
and
at
Lammas
.
"
The
man
did
not
raise
his
head
,
but
clasped
David
’
s
legs
and
nozzled
him
like
a
fawning
dog
,
while
,
like
a
dog
,
he
gave
short
,
terrified
yelps
.
"
Your
sin
is
proven
and
acknowledged
,
"
said
David
.
"
Here
on
the
scene
of
your
guilt
you
will
choose
your
road
.
I
say
to
you
,
as
Elijah
said
to
the
people
of
Israel
,
’
If
the
Lord
be
God
,
follow
Him
;
but
if
Baal
,
then
follow
him
.
’
This
night
you
renounce
Abiron
or
renounce
Christ
.
"
The
man
was
silent
,
as
if
the
extremity
of
fear
had
frozen
his
speech
.
But
as
David
raised
him
,
a
shuddering
like
an
epilepsy
shook
his
body
.
His
legs
were
limp
,
and
David
placed
him
on
his
knees
so
that
his
brow
rested
on
the
stone
.
