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"
Then
listen
to
me
,
Isobel
Veitch
.
I
have
had
my
eyes
opened
,
and
I
will
not
rest
till
I
have
rooted
this
evil
thing
from
Woodilee
.
I
will
search
out
and
denounce
every
malefactor
,
though
he
were
in
my
own
Kirk
Session
.
I
will
bring
against
them
the
terror
of
God
and
the
arm
of
the
human
law
.
I
will
lay
bare
the
evil
mysteries
of
the
Wood
,
though
I
have
to
hew
down
every
tree
with
my
own
hand
.
In
the
strength
of
the
Lord
I
will
thresh
this
parish
as
corn
is
threshed
,
till
I
have
separated
the
grain
from
the
chaff
and
given
the
chaff
to
the
burning
.
Make
you
your
market
for
that
,
Isobel
Veitch
,
and
mind
that
he
that
is
not
for
me
is
against
me
,
and
that
in
the
day
of
God
’
s
wrath
the
slack
hand
and
the
silent
tongue
will
not
be
forgiven
.
"
The
woman
shivered
and
put
a
hand
to
her
eyes
.
"
Will
ye
hae
your
bite
o
’
meat
,
sir
?
"
she
quavered
.
"
I
will
not
break
bread
till
God
has
given
me
clearness
,
"
he
said
sternly
;
and
Isobel
,
who
was
in
the
habit
of
spinning
out
her
talks
with
her
master
till
she
was
driven
out
,
slipped
from
the
room
like
a
discharged
prisoner
who
fears
that
the
Court
may
change
its
mind
.
David
rose
next
morning
after
a
sleepless
night
,
battered
in
body
,
but
with
some
peace
of
mind
,
and
indeed
a
comfort
which
he
scarcely
dared
to
confess
to
himself
.
He
had
now
a
straight
course
before
him
.
There
was
an
evil
thing
in
the
place
against
which
he
had
declared
war
,
an
omnipresent
evil
,
for
he
did
not
know
who
were
the
guilty
.
The
thing
was
like
the
Wood
itself
,
an
amorphous
shadow
clouding
the
daylight
.
Gone
were
the
divided
counsels
,
the
scruples
of
conscience
.
What
mattered
his
doubts
about
the
policy
of
the
Kirk
at
large
when
here
before
his
eyes
was
a
conflict
of
God
and
Belial
?
.
.
.
For
the
first
time
,
too
,
he
could
let
his
mind
dwell
without
scruples
upon
the
girl
in
the
greenwood
.
The
little
glen
that
separated
the
pines
from
the
oaks
and
the
hazels
had
become
for
him
the
frontier
between
darkness
and
light
-
-
on
the
one
side
the
innocency
of
the
world
which
God
had
made
,
on
the
other
the
unclean
haunts
of
devilry
.
.
.
.
And
yet
he
had
first
met
Katrine
among
the
pines
.
To
his
horror
of
the
works
of
darkness
was
added
a
bitter
sense
of
sacrilege
-
-
that
obscene
revelry
should
tread
the
very
turf
that
her
feet
had
trod
.
That
afternoon
he
set
out
for
Chasehope
.
The
matter
should
be
without
delay
laid
before
his
chief
elder
,
and
the
monstrous
suspicion
which
lurked
at
the
back
of
his
mind
dispelled
.
He
was
aware
that
his
face
was
a
spectacle
,
but
it
should
not
be
hidden
,
for
it
was
part
of
his
testimony
.
But
at
Chasehope
there
was
no
Ephraim
Caird
.
The
slatternly
wife
who
met
him
,
old
before
her
time
,
with
a
clan
of
ragged
children
at
her
heels
,
was
profuse
in
regrets
.
She
dusted
a
settle
for
him
,
and
offered
new
milk
and
a
taste
of
her
cheese
,
but
all
the
time
with
an
obvious
discomfort
.
To
think
that
Ephraim
should
be
away
when
the
minister
came
up
the
hill
!
.
.
.
He
had
had
to
ride
off
that
morn
to
Kirk
Aller
upon
a
matter
of
a
bull
that
Johnnie
Davidson
had
brought
from
Carlisle
-
-
an
English
bull
to
improve
the
breed
-
-
and
he
would
not
be
home
till
the
darkening
.
The
woman
was
voluble
and
hearty
,
but
it
seemed
to
David
that
she
protested
too
much
.
.
.
.
Was
her
husband
all
the
while
between
the
blankets
in
the
press
-
bed
?
On
his
way
back
,
at
the
turn
of
the
road
from
the
kirkton
,
he
encountered
Daft
Gibbie
.
The
idiot
had
throughout
the
winter
been
a
satellite
of
the
minister
,
and
had
had
many
a
meal
in
the
manse
kitchen
.
When
they
met
it
was
"
Eh
,
my
bonny
Mr
.
Sempill
,
"
or
"
my
precious
Mr
.
David
,
"
and
then
an
outpouring
of
grotesque
but
complimentary
texts
.
But
now
the
first
news
he
had
of
Gibbie
was
a
small
stone
that
whizzed
past
his
ear
,
and
when
he
turned
he
saw
a
threatening
figure
with
a
face
twisted
into
a
demoniac
hate
.
A
second
stone
followed
,
very
wide
of
the
mark
,
and
when
David
threatened
pursuit
,
the
idiot
shuffled
off
,
shouting
filth
over
his
shoulder
.
A
woman
came
out
of
a
cottage
,
and
said
something
to
Gibbie
which
caused
him
to
hold
his
peace
and
disappear
into
a
kailyard
.
.
.
.
But
the
woman
did
not
look
towards
the
minister
,
but
hurried
in
again
and
closed
the
door
.
Was
the
whole
parish
,
thought
David
,
banded
in
a
tacit
conspiracy
?
Was
this
poor
idiot
one
of
the
misbegotten
things
of
the
Wood
?
The
next
Sabbath
,
which
was
the
fifth
of
May
,
the
kirk
of
Woodilee
showed
a
full
congregation
.
That
day
,
save
for
infants
in
arms
,
there
were
few
absentees
.
Never
had
the
place
been
more
hushed
and
expectant
.
David
preached
from
the
text
,
"
Enter
into
the
rock
,
and
hide
thee
in
the
dust
for
fear
of
the
Lord
,
"
and
he
delivered
his
soul
with
a
freedom
hitherto
lacking
in
his
carefully
prepared
discourses
.
Not
the
Boanerges
of
Bold
could
have
outdone
the
fiery
vigour
with
which
he
described
how
Israel
went
astray
after
forbidden
gods
and
how
the
wrath
of
the
Almighty
smote
her
with
death
and
exile
.
But
when
he
came
to
the
application
,
which
should
have
been
as
a
nail
fastened
in
a
sure
place
,
he
faltered
.
The
faces
below
him
,
set
,
composed
,
awful
in
their
decency
,
seemed
like
a
stone
wall
against
which
he
must
beat
with
feeble
hands
.
