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"
They
call
me
David
Sempill
.
I
lived
as
a
child
at
the
Mill
of
the
Roodfoot
.
"
"
Then
you
have
seisin
of
this
land
.
You
too
have
played
in
the
Wood
?
"
"
Nay
,
madam
,
the
Wood
is
strange
to
me
.
I
have
but
ridden
through
it
,
and
till
to
-
day
I
have
had
some
dread
of
it
.
This
Melanudrigill
is
ill
reputed
.
"
"
Old
wives
’
havers
!
It
is
a
blessed
and
innocent
place
.
But
I
do
not
like
that
name
-
-
Melanudrigill
.
There
is
dark
magic
there
.
Call
it
the
Wood
,
and
you
will
love
it
as
I
do
.
.
.
.
See
,
I
am
coming
down
.
Make
room
,
please
,
and
then
I
will
take
you
to
Paradise
.
You
do
not
know
Paradise
?
It
is
the
shrine
of
this
grove
,
and
none
but
me
can
find
the
road
.
"
This
was
not
the
stately
lady
in
the
gown
of
yellow
satin
and
blue
velvet
who
had
abashed
him
that
night
in
Calidon
tower
.
It
was
a
slim
laughing
girl
in
green
who
presently
stood
beside
him
,
her
feet
in
stout
country
shoes
,
her
hair
bound
only
by
a
silk
fillet
and
still
unruly
from
the
chase
.
He
suddenly
lost
his
embarrassment
.
His
reason
told
him
that
this
was
Katrine
Yester
of
Calidon
,
a
daughter
of
a
proud
and
contumacious
house
that
was
looked
askance
at
by
the
godly
,
a
woman
,
a
beauty
-
-
commodities
of
which
he
knew
nothing
.
But
his
reason
was
blinded
,
and
he
saw
only
a
girl
on
a
spring
holiday
.
She
led
him
down
the
hill
,
and
as
she
went
she
chattered
gaily
,
like
a
solitary
child
who
has
found
a
comrade
.
"
I
saw
you
before
you
saw
me
,
and
I
hoped
you
would
follow
when
I
ran
away
.
I
liked
you
that
night
at
Calidon
.
They
told
me
that
ministers
were
all
sour
-
faced
and
old
,
but
you
looked
kind
.
And
you
are
merry
,
too
,
I
think
-
-
not
sad
,
like
most
people
in
Scotland
.
"
"
You
have
not
been
long
in
this
land
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Since
June
of
last
year
.
This
is
my
first
Scottish
spring
,
and
it
is
different
from
France
and
England
.
In
those
lands
summer
comes
with
a
rush
on
winter
’
s
heels
,
but
here
there
is
a
long
preparation
,
and
flowers
steal
very
softly
back
to
the
world
.
