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The
minister
’
s
voice
had
stopped
,
and
,
in
the
profound
hush
that
followed
,
the
four
words
fell
with
a
startling
clearness
.
The
blasphemy
of
them
was
not
decreased
by
the
tone
,
which
was
of
measureless
contempt
.
The
scared
eyes
of
the
people
saw
Mark
Riddel
,
for
whom
soldiers
were
now
beating
the
countryside
,
standing
easy
and
arrogant
before
the
pulpit
,
and
those
near
him
drew
away
their
stools
in
panic
.
He
had
not
the
look
of
a
hunted
man
,
and
though
his
presence
had
always
won
him
respect
in
Woodilee
he
seemed
now
to
have
expanded
into
some
one
most
formidable
and
unfamiliar
.
He
wore
the
same
clothes
as
he
had
worn
in
field
and
market
,
but
he
held
himself
very
differently
from
the
friendly
crony
who
had
sat
in
Lucky
Weir
’
s
.
At
his
side
,
too
,
swung
a
long
sword
.
Mr
.
Proudfoot
looked
boldly
down
on
him
.
"
Who
are
you
that
dares
to
cast
scorn
upon
the
Word
?
"
he
asked
in
a
firm
voice
.
"
Not
on
the
Word
,
"
was
the
answer
,
"
but
on
the
auld
wives
that
pervert
it
.
"
He
nodded
over
his
shoulder
.
"
They
ken
me
fine
in
the
parish
.
I
was
baptized
after
the
Apostle
,
and
for
my
surname
ye
can
choose
Kerr
or
Riddel
as
it
pleases
you
.
"
The
Moderator
sat
with
a
flaming
face
.
"
It
is
Mark
Kerr
the
malignant
.
I
summon
all
law
-
abiding
and
Christian
men
to
lay
hands
on
him
and
convey
him
to
a
place
of
bondage
.
"
But
no
one
stirred
.
The
dark
face
with
the
laugh
at
the
lips
,
the
fierce
contemptuous
eyes
,
the
figure
compact
and
light
with
a
strength
which
the
toil
-
bent
shoulders
of
Woodilee
could
never
equal
,
the
repute
for
magical
skill
-
-
these
were
things
terrible
enough
without
the
long
sword
.
Mr
.
Muirhead
rose
.
"
Then
I
and
my
brother
will
get
us
forth
of
this
place
.
Come
,
Mr
.
Ebenezer
,
"
and
he
gathered
the
skirts
of
his
gown
.
"
Nay
,
friends
,
"
said
Mark
,
"
ye
’
ll
bide
where
ye
are
.
And
the
folk
will
keep
their
seats
,
till
I
give
them
leave
to
skail
[
disperse
]
.
"
He
swung
the
key
of
the
kirk
door
in
his
hand
as
he
spoke
.
"
Sit
ye
doun
,
Mr
.
Muirhead
.
Sit
ye
doun
,
worthy
Mr
.
Proudfoot
.
You
billies
have
the
chance
ilka
Sabbath
o
’
sayin
’
your
say
and
no
man
can
controvert
you
.
This
day
for
a
change
ye
will
have
to
hearken
.
"
In
justice
to
the
two
ministers
let
it
be
said
that
it
was
not
the
sword
that
kept
them
in
their
places
.
Neither
lacked
courage
.
But
this
man
who
stood
confronting
them
,
the
very
sight
of
whom
seemed
to
paralyse
the
folk
of
Woodilee
,
this
shameless
malignant
had
a
compelling
something
in
his
air
.
He
spoke
as
one
having
authority
;
though
he
used
the
broad
country
speech
,
he
had
that
in
his
voice
which
,
whether
it
spring
from
camp
or
court
or
college
,
means
command
.
Very
sensitive
to
this
note
in
their
disciplined
Kirk
,
the
two
ministers
listened
.
