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"
Where
suld
I
be
but
in
my
bed
?
I
gaed
till
’
t
early
,
for
I
had
a
lang
day
wi
’
the
hog
-
lambs
.
"
"
You
know
that
that
is
a
lie
.
You
were
in
the
Wood
,
as
you
were
in
the
Wood
at
Beltane
,
dancing
away
your
miserable
soul
to
the
Devil
’
s
piping
.
With
my
own
eyes
I
saw
you
.
"
The
astonishment
of
Chasehope
was
admirably
simulated
.
"
Are
ye
daft
,
sir
?
Are
ye
gane
clean
gyte
?
Ye
’
re
no
weel
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
Sit
ye
doun
,
and
I
’
ll
fetch
you
some
water
in
my
bonnet
.
Ye
’
ve
got
a
blaff
o
’
the
sun
.
"
"
I
am
not
mad
nor
am
I
sick
.
I
have
preached
throughout
the
summer
at
the
sin
,
and
the
time
has
now
come
to
get
to
grips
with
the
sinner
.
This
is
your
last
chance
,
Ephraim
Caird
.
Will
you
confess
to
me
,
who
have
been
set
in
spiritual
authority
over
you
,
or
must
confession
be
wrung
from
you
by
other
means
?
"
It
was
a
warning
which
David
felt
bound
to
give
,
but
he
was
silent
as
to
the
rest
of
his
purpose
,
for
he
had
decided
that
the
time
had
not
yet
come
to
show
his
hand
.
He
looked
sternly
at
Chasehope
,
and
under
his
gaze
the
man
’
s
face
seemed
to
whiten
,
and
his
odd
greenish
eyes
to
waver
.
But
it
might
be
in
innocent
amazement
.
"
I
kenna
what
ye
speak
o
’
,
"
he
stammered
.
"
What
concern
have
I
wi
’
the
Wud
?
Ask
the
wife
,
and
she
’
ll
tell
you
that
I
sleepit
the
Lammas
nicht
in
my
bed
.
But
oh
-
-
the
thing
fair
coups
the
crans
!
.
.
.
and
me
an
elder
thae
ten
year
!
Ye
’
re
no
weel
,
or
ye
’
re
dementit
,
to
speak
sic
words
to
a
man
like
me
.
Awa
’
hame
,
sir
,
and
humble
yoursel
’
on
your
knees
and
pray
that
ye
may
be
forgiven
.
.
.
.
I
may
cry
out
in
the
words
of
the
Psalmist
,
’
They
opened
their
mouth
wide
against
me
,
and
said
Aha
,
our
eye
hath
seen
it
.
’
"
David
’
s
hand
clenched
on
his
staff
.
"
Before
God
,
"
he
cried
,
"
I
will
strike
you
down
if
you
utter
another
blasphemous
word
.
You
neglect
my
warning
?
Then
your
punishment
be
on
your
own
guilty
head
.
"
He
turned
and
strode
away
.
Once
he
looked
back
and
saw
Chasehope
still
staring
,
the
very
image
of
virtuous
dismay
.
