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"
But
they
’
re
nane
auld
wives
’
tales
.
They
’
re
the
tales
o
’
wise
men
and
bauld
men
.
"
"
I
thought
of
walking
in
the
Wood
.
"
"
Mercy
on
us
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Ye
’
ll
no
gang
near
the
Wud
.
No
on
this
day
o
’
a
’
days
.
It
’
s
fou
’
o
’
bogles
.
"
Her
insistence
vexed
him
,
and
he
spoke
to
her
sharply
.
The
heavy
preoccupation
of
his
mind
had
put
him
out
of
patience
with
folly
.
"
Woman
,
"
he
cried
,
"
what
concern
has
a
servant
of
God
with
these
heathen
fables
?
Think
shame
to
repeat
such
folly
.
"
But
Isobel
was
not
convinced
.
She
retired
in
dudgeon
to
her
kitchen
,
and
watched
his
movements
till
he
left
the
house
as
a
mother
watches
a
defiant
child
.
"
Ye
’
ll
be
hame
in
guid
time
?
"
she
begged
.
"
I
will
be
home
when
I
choose
,
"
he
said
,
and
to
show
his
independence
he
put
some
cheese
and
bannocks
in
his
pockets
.
The
afternoon
was
warm
and
bright
,
with
a
thin
haze
on
the
highest
hills
.
Spring
had
now
fairly
come
;
the
yews
in
the
kirkyard
were
russet
with
young
shoots
,
the
blossom
was
breaking
on
the
hawthorn
,
and
hazel
and
oak
and
ash
were
in
leaf
.
His
spirit
was
too
laden
to
be
sensible
of
the
sweet
influences
of
sky
and
moorland
as
on
the
walk
which
had
first
taken
him
to
Paradise
.
But
there
was
in
him
what
had
been
lacking
before
-
-
excitement
,
for
he
had
tasted
of
magic
and
was
in
the
constant
expectation
of
finding
it
again
.
The
land
was
not
as
it
had
once
been
,
for
it
held
somewhere
enchantments
-
-
a
girl
’
s
face
and
a
girl
’
s
voice
.
From
the
summit
of
the
Hill
of
Deer
he
looked
towards
Calidon
hidden
in
the
fold
of
the
Rood
hills
.
Was
she
there
in
the
stone
tower
,
or
among
the
meadows
whose
green
showed
in
the
turn
of
the
glen
?
Or
was
she
in
her
old
playground
of
the
Wood
?
He
had
resolved
not
to
go
near
the
place
,
so
he
set
himself
to
walk
in
the
opposite
direction
along
the
ridge
of
hill
which
made
the
northern
wall
of
the
Rood
valley
.
As
he
strode
over
the
short
turf
and
scrambled
through
the
patches
of
peat
-
bog
his
spirits
rose
.
It
was
hard
not
to
be
light
-
hearted
in
that
world
of
essential
airs
and
fresh
odours
and
nesting
birds
.
Presently
he
was
in
view
of
Calidon
tower
,
and
then
he
was
past
it
,
and
the
Rood
below
him
was
creeping
nearer
to
his
level
as
its
glen
lifted
towards
its
source
.
He
strode
along
till
he
felt
the
sedentary
humours
leave
his
body
and
his
limbs
acquire
the
lightness
which
is
the
reward
of
the
hill
walker
.
He
seemed
,
too
,
to
gain
a
lightness
of
soul
and
a
clearness
of
eye
.
In
a
world
which
God
had
made
so
fair
and
clean
,
there
could
be
no
sin
in
anything
that
was
also
fair
and
innocent
.
