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"
It
’
s
true
a
’
the
same
,
though
it
’
s
maybe
no
for
a
minister
’
s
lugs
.
The
Kirk
is
set
against
witchcraft
,
and
every
wee
while
a
daft
auld
wife
is
brunt
.
But
,
God
help
us
,
that
’
s
but
the
froth
on
the
pat
.
Na
,
na
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
If
you
’
re
lookin
’
to
get
to
grips
wi
’
the
Adversary
,
it
’
s
no
the
feckless
camsteery
lad
ye
maun
seek
that
likes
a
randan
,
or
the
bit
lassie
that
’
s
ower
fond
to
wait
for
the
Kirk
’
s
blessin
’
,
or
the
grannie
that
swears
she
rade
to
France
on
a
kail
-
runt
.
It
’
s
the
dacent
body
that
sits
and
granes
aneath
the
pu
’
pit
,
and
the
fosy
professor
that
wags
his
pow
and
deplores
the
wickedness
o
’
the
land
.
-
-
Yon
’
s
the
true
warlocks
.
There
’
s
saunts
in
Scotland
,
the
Lord
kens
and
I
ken
mysel
’
,
but
there
’
s
some
that
hae
the
name
o
’
saunts
that
wad
make
the
Deil
spew
.
"
Reiverslaw
had
risen
,
and
in
his
face
was
such
a
flame
of
fierce
honesty
that
David
’
s
heart
kindled
.
He
had
found
an
ally
.
"
Give
me
names
,
"
he
cried
.
"
I
will
denounce
the
sinner
,
though
he
were
one
of
my
own
elders
.
"
"
I
speak
nae
names
.
I
have
nae
proof
.
But
ye
’
ve
seen
yoursel
’
.
They
tell
me
ye
broke
in
on
the
coven
at
their
wark
.
"
"
I
had
but
a
glisk
of
them
,
before
they
beat
the
senses
out
of
me
.
But
I
intend
to
go
back
to
the
Wood
,
and
this
time
I
shall
not
fail
.
"
"
Ay
.
Ye
’
ve
a
stout
heart
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
"
"
But
I
must
have
help
.
Out
of
the
mouths
of
witnesses
I
must
establish
the
truth
,
and
the
innocent
in
Woodilee
are
very
fearful
.
I
have
nowhere
to
look
but
to
you
.
Will
you
come
with
me
when
I
return
to
the
Wood
?
"
"
I
’
ll
no
say
that
,
for
there
’
s
maybe
better
ways
o
’
guidin
’
it
.
But
this
I
will
say
-
-
I
’
ll
stand
by
ye
;
for
may
the
Deil
flee
awa
’
wi
’
me
or
I
see
a
guid
man
beat
.
There
’
s
my
hand
on
’
t
.
.
.
.
And
now
I
maun
be
takin
’
the
road
again
.
Come
na
near
the
Reiverslaw
,
sir
,
for
that
would
set
the
bodies
talkin
’
.
If
ye
want
word
wi
’
me
,
tell
Richie
Smail
at
the
Greenshiel
.
"
The
knowledge
that
he
had
found
a
friend
lightened
David
’
s
heavy
preoccupation
of
mind
.
Athanasius
now
was
not
alone
against
the
world
,
and
his
path
was
not
towards
martyrdom
but
to
victory
.
He
walked
with
a
more
assured
step
and
turned
a
bolder
face
to
the
furtive
hostility
of
the
parish
.
When
he
met
Amos
Ritchie
he
looked
on
him
not
in
reproach
but
in
defiance
.
His
sermons
were
now
less
appeals
than
challenges
,
as
of
one
whose
course
was
proclaimed
and
whose
loins
were
girded
.
