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Then
the
minister
of
Woodilee
also
went
mad
.
A
passion
such
as
he
had
never
known
stiffened
every
nerve
and
sinew
.
He
flung
himself
into
the
throng
,
into
that
reek
of
unclean
bestial
pelts
and
sweating
bodies
.
He
reached
the
altar
,
seized
the
cloth
on
it
,
and
swept
it
and
its
contents
to
the
ground
.
Then
he
broke
out
of
the
circle
and
made
for
the
capering
piper
,
who
seemed
to
him
the
chief
of
the
orgiasts
.
In
his
flight
through
the
wood
David
had
lost
his
staff
,
and
had
as
weapon
but
his
two
hands
.
"
Aroynt
you
,
Sathanas
,
"
he
cried
,
snatched
the
pipe
from
the
dog
-
faced
figure
,
and
shivered
it
on
his
masked
head
.
With
the
pause
in
the
music
the
dance
stopped
suddenly
,
and
in
an
instant
the
whole
flock
were
on
him
like
a
weasel
pack
.
He
saw
long
-
nailed
claws
stretched
towards
his
face
,
he
saw
blank
eyes
suddenly
fire
into
a
lust
of
hate
.
But
he
had
a
second
’
s
start
of
them
,
and
that
second
he
gave
to
the
piper
.
The
man
-
-
for
the
thing
was
clearly
human
-
-
had
dealt
a
mighty
buffet
at
his
assailant
’
s
face
,
which
missed
it
,
and
struck
the
point
of
the
shoulder
.
David
was
whirled
round
,
but
,
being
young
and
nimble
,
he
slipped
in
under
the
other
’
s
guard
,
and
had
his
hands
on
the
hound
-
mask
.
The
man
was
very
powerful
,
but
the
minister
’
s
knee
was
in
his
groin
,
and
he
toppled
over
,
while
David
tore
the
covering
of
wood
and
skin
from
his
head
It
crumpled
under
his
violent
clutch
like
a
wasps
’
nest
,
and
he
had
a
glimpse
of
red
hair
and
a
mottled
face
.
A
glimpse
and
no
more
.
For
by
this
time
the
press
was
on
him
and
fingers
were
at
his
throat
,
choking
out
his
senses
.
Late
in
the
forenoon
of
the
next
day
David
awoke
in
his
own
bed
in
the
manse
of
Woodilee
.
He
awoke
to
a
multitude
of
small
aches
and
one
great
one
,
for
his
forehead
was
banded
with
pain
.
The
room
was
as
bright
with
sunshine
as
the
little
window
would
permit
,
but
it
seemed
to
him
a
dusk
shot
by
curious
colours
,
with
Isobel
’
s
head
bobbing
in
it
like
a
fish
.
Presently
the
face
became
clear
and
he
saw
it
very
near
to
him
-
-
a
scared
white
face
with
red
-
rimmed
eyes
.
Her
voice
penetrated
the
confused
noises
in
his
ears
.
"
The
Lord
be
thankit
,
sir
,
the
Lord
be
praised
,
Mr
.
David
,
ye
’
re
comin
’
oot
o
’
your
dwam
.
Here
’
s
a
fine
het
drink
for
ye
.
Get
it
doun
like
a
man
and
syne
ye
’
ll
maybe
sleep
.
There
’
s
nae
banes
broke
,
and
I
’
ve
dressed
your
face
wi
’
a
sure
salve
.
Dinna
disturb
the
clouts
,
sir
.
Your
skin
’
s
ower
clean
to
beal
[
fester
]
,
and
ye
’
ll
mend
quick
if
ye
let
the
clouts
bide
a
wee
.
"
Her
arm
raised
his
aching
head
,
and
he
swallowed
the
gruel
.
It
made
him
drowsy
,
and
soon
he
was
asleep
again
,
a
healthy
natural
sleep
,
so
that
when
he
awoke
in
the
evening
he
was
in
comparative
ease
and
his
headache
had
gone
.
Gingerly
he
felt
his
body
.
There
were
bruises
on
his
legs
,
and
one
huge
one
on
his
right
thigh
.
His
cheeks
under
the
bandages
felt
raw
and
scarred
,
and
there
was
a
tenderness
about
his
throat
and
the
muscles
of
his
neck
,
as
if
angry
hands
had
throttled
him
.
But
apart
from
his
stiffness
he
seemed
to
have
suffered
no
great
bodily
hurt
,
and
the
effects
of
the
slight
concussion
had
passed
.
With
this
assurance
his
mind
came
out
of
its
torpor
,
and
he
found
himself
in
a
misery
of
disquiet
.
The
events
of
the
night
before
returned
to
him
only
too
clearly
.
He
remembered
his
exaltation
in
the
Wood
-
-
the
glade
,
the
altar
.
He
recalled
with
abasement
his
panic
and
his
flight
.
The
glade
again
,
the
piping
,
the
obscene
dance
-
-
and
at
that
memory
he
had
almost
staggered
from
his
bed
.
He
felt
again
the
blind
horror
and
wrath
which
had
hurled
him
into
the
infernal
throng
.
