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"
You
are
either
strong
in
the
faith
,
or
of
a
very
stout
heart
,
"
said
David
admiringly
.
"
No
as
strong
as
I
might
be
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
Afore
we
part
,
wad
it
no
be
weel
for
you
to
pit
up
a
prayer
?
"
The
minister
prayed
-
-
and
it
was
as
if
he
confessed
alone
to
his
God
in
his
closet
.
He
himself
was
strengthened
by
it
,
and
the
comfort
of
Richie
and
Rab
was
visibly
enlarged
.
But
Reiverslaw
stood
through
the
devotions
in
no
very
devout
position
,
and
from
him
came
none
of
the
responses
which
flowed
from
the
others
.
Before
the
"
Amen
"
he
had
his
goat
-
cap
on
,
and
was
peering
at
the
rising
moon
.
He
made
his
staff
sing
as
he
whirled
it
.
David
took
his
strange
confederate
’
s
hand
,
and
his
own
shook
.
Reiverslaw
noted
his
trepidation
.
"
Fear
nocht
,
sir
.
It
’
ll
gang
ill
wi
’
the
wirriecow
gin
we
meet
him
.
But
what
brocht
a
man
o
’
peace
like
you
into
this
tuilzie
?
"
"
Jealousy
for
the
honour
of
my
God
.
And
you
?
For
it
is
less
your
quarrel
than
mine
.
"
The
man
grinned
.
"
Write
it
down
that
Andra
Shillinglaw
couldna
see
an
honest
man
beat
,
and
that
he
didna
like
kail
-
worms
.
"
David
had
many
times
gone
over
in
his
mind
the
route
to
the
glade
of
the
altar
,
and
had
compared
notes
with
Reiverslaw
that
very
night
.
The
distance
was
less
than
three
miles
,
and
he
had
a
couple
of
hours
to
reach
the
place
and
still
be
in
position
well
before
midnight
.
As
on
all
the
nights
of
the
past
week
,
the
oppressive
haze
of
the
day
had
lifted
,
and
the
sky
rose
to
an
infinite
height
,
thick
studded
with
stars
,
for
the
moon
was
only
new
risen
.
David
made
his
way
to
the
dividing
glen
between
the
pines
and
the
hazels
in
a
miserable
disquiet
.
He
had
lost
the
first
fierce
anger
which
had
stiffened
him
for
his
frustrated
expedition
on
the
eve
of
the
second
Beltane
,
and
his
tacit
ostracism
all
summer
by
the
folk
of
Woodilee
had
engendered
a
profound
self
-
distrust
.
Even
the
thought
of
Katrine
Yester
did
not
nerve
him
;
she
belonged
to
a
world
separated
by
impassable
gulfs
from
that
black
necromancy
which
he
warred
against
.
Nor
did
the
fact
that
he
had
an
ally
comfort
him
,
for
Reiverslaw
,
he
greatly
feared
,
fought
in
his
own
strength
and
not
in
that
of
the
Lord
,
and
in
such
a
strife
the
arm
of
flesh
could
not
avail
them
.
As
he
stumbled
through
the
dark
undergrowth
David
’
s
lips
moved
in
anxious
prayers
.
