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That
night
on
his
return
David
summoned
Isobel
to
his
presence
.
The
housekeeper
appeared
with
a
more
cheerful
countenance
than
she
had
worn
for
weeks
,
but
the
minister
’
s
first
words
solemnized
her
.
"
Isobel
Veitch
,
I
asked
you
a
question
after
Beltane
and
you
refused
me
an
answer
.
I
,
your
minister
,
besought
your
aid
as
a
confessing
Christian
,
and
you
denied
it
me
.
I
told
you
that
I
would
not
rest
until
I
had
rooted
the
idolatry
of
the
Wood
from
this
parish
.
Since
then
I
have
not
been
idle
,
and
I
have
found
men
who
did
not
fail
me
.
Three
days
back
I
rode
to
Newbiggin
,
as
I
told
you
,
but
I
returned
on
Lammas
Eve
,
and
on
Lammas
Eve
I
was
a
witness
a
second
time
to
the
abominations
of
the
heathen
.
Not
only
myself
,
but
another
with
me
,
so
that
the
thing
is
established
out
of
the
mouths
of
two
witnesses
,
while
Robert
Prentice
and
Richard
Smail
can
speak
in
part
to
confirm
me
.
Now
I
have
got
my
tale
complete
,
and
it
is
to
the
Presbytery
that
I
shall
tell
it
.
Will
you
implement
it
with
such
knowledge
as
you
possess
,
or
do
you
continue
stiff
in
your
recusancy
?
"
The
old
woman
’
s
eyes
opened
like
an
owl
’
s
.
"
Wha
went
with
you
-
-
wha
was
sae
left
to
himsel
’
?
"
she
gasped
.
"
Andrew
Shillinglaw
in
Reiverslaw
.
.
.
.
One
man
and
five
women
stand
arraigned
on
our
witness
.
I
will
speak
their
names
,
and
I
care
not
if
you
put
it
through
the
parish
,
for
soon
the
names
will
be
thundered
from
the
pulpit
.
The
man
was
Ephraim
Caird
.
"
"
I
’
ll
no
believe
it
,
"
she
cried
.
"
Chasehope
’
s
aye
been
a
polished
shaft
in
Christ
’
s
kirk
.
.
.
.
He
’
s
o
’
your
ain
Session
.
.
.
.
He
cam
’
here
,
ye
mind
,
when
ye
first
broke
bread
in
this
house
.
Ay
,
and
he
was
here
when
ye
were
awa
’
at
Newbiggin
.
I
was
seilin
’
the
milk
when
I
heard
his
voice
at
the
door
-
-
cam
’
here
wi
’
ane
o
’
his
wife
’
s
skim
-
milk
kebbucks
that
she
kens
weel
how
to
mak
’
,
for
she
’
s
frae
the
Wastlands
-
-
spoke
sae
kind
and
neeborlike
,
and
was
speirin
’
after
the
health
o
’
the
gude
man
my
maister
.
.
.
Tak
’
it
back
,
sir
,
for
ye
maun
be
mistook
.
Ephraim
’
s
weel
kenned
for
a
fair
Nathaniel
.
"
There
was
no
doubt
about
her
honesty
,
for
the
mention
of
Chasehope
had
staggered
her
.
"
Nevertheless
he
is
a
whited
sepulchre
,
painted
without
,
but
inside
full
of
bones
and
rottenness
.
"
"
Oh
,
sir
,
bethink
ye
afore
ye
mak
’
this
fearsome
accusation
.
Your
een
may
have
played
ye
fause
.
