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A
steep
stairway
ran
upward
a
yard
or
two
from
the
doorway
.
Calidon
was
still
a
Border
keep
,
where
the
ground
-
floor
had
once
been
used
for
byres
and
stables
,
and
the
inhabitants
had
dwelt
in
the
upper
stories
.
The
girl
moved
ahead
of
them
.
"
Will
you
be
pleased
to
follow
me
,
sirs
?
My
uncle
awaits
you
above
.
"
They
found
themselves
in
a
huge
chamber
which
filled
the
width
of
the
tower
,
and
,
but
for
a
passage
and
a
further
staircase
,
its
length
.
A
dozen
candles
,
which
seemed
to
have
been
lit
in
haste
,
showed
that
it
was
raftered
with
dark
oak
beams
,
and
that
the
walls
were
naked
stone
where
they
were
not
covered
with
a
coarse
arras
.
The
floor
,
of
a
great
age
,
was
bare
wood
blackened
with
time
and
use
,
and
covered
with
a
motley
of
sheepskins
and
deerskins
.
Two
long
oak
tables
and
a
great
oak
bench
made
the
chief
furniture
,
but
there
were
a
multitude
of
stools
of
the
same
heavy
ancient
make
,
and
by
a
big
open
fireplace
two
ancient
chairs
of
stamped
Spanish
leather
.
A
handful
of
peats
smouldered
on
the
hearth
,
and
the
thin
blue
smoke
curled
upward
to
add
grime
to
an
immense
coat
of
arms
carved
in
stone
and
surmounted
by
a
forest
of
deer
horns
and
a
trophy
of
targes
and
spears
.
David
,
accustomed
only
to
the
low
-
ceiled
rooms
of
the
Edinburgh
closes
,
stared
in
amazement
at
the
size
of
the
place
and
felt
abashed
.
The
Hawkshaws
had
made
too
great
a
sound
in
his
boyhood
’
s
world
for
him
to
enter
their
dwelling
without
a
certain
tremor
of
the
blood
.
So
absorbed
was
he
in
his
surroundings
that
it
was
with
a
start
that
he
saw
the
master
of
the
house
.
A
man
limped
forward
,
gathered
the
leader
of
the
party
in
his
arms
and
kissed
him
on
both
cheeks
.
"
Will
,
"
he
said
,
"
Will
,
my
old
comrade
!
It
’
s
a
kind
wind
that
has
blown
you
to
Calidon
this
night
.
I
havena
clapped
eyes
on
you
these
six
year
.
"
The
host
was
a
man
about
middle
life
,
with
the
shoulders
of
a
bull
and
a
massive
shaggy
head
now
in
considerable
disorder
from
the
fact
that
a
night
-
cap
had
just
been
removed
from
it
.
His
clothes
were
of
a
comfortable
undress
,
for
the
tags
of
his
doublet
and
the
points
of
his
breeches
were
undone
,
and
over
all
he
wore
an
old
plaid
dressing
-
gown
.
He
had
been
reading
,
for
a
pipe
of
tobacco
marked
his
place
in
a
folio
,
and
David
noted
that
it
was
Philemon
Holland
’
s
version
of
the
Cyropædia
.
His
eyes
were
blue
and
frosty
,
his
cheeks
ruddy
,
his
beard
an
iron
grey
,
and
his
voice
as
gusty
as
a
hill
wind
.
He
limped
heavily
as
he
moved
.
"
Man
,
Will
,
"
he
cried
,
"
it
’
s
a
whipping
up
of
cripples
when
you
and
me
forgather
.
The
Germany
wars
have
made
lameters
of
the
both
of
us
.
And
who
are
the
lads
you
’
ve
brought
with
you
?
"
"
Just
like
myself
,
Nick
,
poor
soldiers
of
Leven
’
s
,
on
our
way
home
to
Angus
.
"
