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"
I
believe
in
God
,
"
said
the
man
,
"
and
I
’
ve
seen
ower
muckle
o
’
the
world
no
to
believe
in
the
Deil
.
But
I
’
ll
no
be
feared
o
’
a
Deil
that
misguides
auld
wives
and
tak
’
s
up
wi
’
rotten
peats
like
Chasehope
,
and
though
he
comes
in
a
brimstane
lowe
I
’
ll
hae
a
nick
at
him
.
"
Then
began
for
David
a
time
of
doubt
and
heart
-
searching
.
He
could
not
share
the
robust
confidence
of
Reiverslaw
,
for
his
memory
of
Beltane
was
too
clear
and
he
had
lived
too
long
under
its
shadows
.
His
imagination
,
always
quick
and
easily
kindled
,
ran
riot
,
and
he
saw
the
Wood
as
an
abode
of
horrid
mysteries
,
which
spread
into
subtle
ramifications
of
evil
the
more
he
pondered
them
.
His
secular
learning
was
so
much
fuel
to
this
fire
.
Courage
did
not
fail
him
,
but
brightness
died
out
of
his
world
,
and
he
knew
himself
condemned
to
tread
a
dark
winepress
alone
.
It
was
the
thought
of
Katrine
that
most
disquieted
him
.
The
Wood
,
the
whole
parish
,
the
very
mission
on
which
he
was
engaged
,
seemed
to
him
one
vast
pollution
,
to
be
kept
hidden
for
ever
from
youth
and
innocence
.
The
girl
must
not
be
allowed
to
come
within
sight
of
the
skirts
of
it
.
There
could
be
no
friendship
between
them
,
and
it
was
his
first
duty
to
warn
her
.
So
when
they
met
in
Paradise
it
was
a
shamefaced
young
man
that
stood
before
her
,
a
young
man
with
a
white
face
who
kept
his
eyes
on
the
ground
and
spoke
terrible
things
.
Words
came
unreadily
,
but
his
broken
speech
was
more
moving
than
eloquence
.
He
bade
her
keep
to
the
clean
precincts
of
Calidon
and
come
not
even
near
the
greenwood
.
God
’
s
curse
was
on
the
parish
,
and
in
the
judgment
preparing
innocent
might
share
with
guilty
.
As
for
himself
,
he
was
no
friend
for
such
as
she
.
"
I
am
too
heavily
burdened
,
"
he
stammered
"
I
must
touch
pitch
,
and
my
hands
will
be
defiled
.
I
will
blight
your
youth
with
my
dark
duties
.
.
.
.
I
will
never
come
again
to
this
place
,
and
I
plead
with
you
to
come
no
more
,
for
it
is
too
near
the
Enemy
’
s
country
.
.
.
.
Go
now
,
I
beg
of
you
,
and
forget
that
you
have
ever
seen
me
and
called
me
friend
.
You
will
torture
me
if
you
bide
.
.
.
.
"
There
was
more
of
the
same
sort
,
and
then
David
stopped
,
confident
that
he
had
done
his
purpose
,
and
that
no
proud
girl
would
linger
in
the
face
of
such
a
warning
.
He
waited
,
very
cold
and
lonely
at
heart
,
and
he
thought
he
heard
her
departing
feet
on
the
grass
.
But
when
he
raised
his
eyes
she
had
not
moved
,
and
her
face
was
smiling
.
There
was
great
heat
at
the
end
of
July
-
-
sultry
,
thunderous
weather
,
when
the
hills
drowsed
under
a
haze
and
the
sun
’
s
beams
seemed
to
be
the
more
torrid
for
the
screen
of
vapour
through
which
they
fell
.
The
heavens
were
banking
up
for
the
Lammas
rains
.
But
each
evening
the
skies
cleared
,
and
the
night
was
an
amethyst
dome
sprinkled
with
stars
.
