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XI. The Minister Girds up his Loins

           Wae’sme,wae’smeforthepuirsheepthathavesicfaithlessshepherds!Theauldandthebauldandtheleal-heartedmustgodownbecauseofconceitedhalflingslikeyouthatareAchansinthecamp."

           "Youspeakinriddles,sir,"saidDavid,whosesuddenangerhadgoneatthespectacleofthisstrangetransformation.

           "It’sariddleyou’llreadoryou’reamontholderinlettersofbloodandfire....Riddle,saysyou?TheriddleiswhytheAlmightyshouldgiveourcovenantedKirksicaback-castofHishand,andtothatyoumaybekentheanswer.Ourdeliverancehasmostlamentablymiscarried,andourbondageiswaxedmoregrievous.Getoutofmysight,forImustbeabouttheLord’sbusiness,andtherewillbenorestforMungoMuirheadthismanyaday.Youhavedefiedme,butwaitonandseeifyoucandefyyourCreator."

           "Youhavehadbadtidings?"

           "Bad,saysyou?Ay,badforGod’speopleandGod’sKirk,butthey’remaybeblithetidingsforaschismaticlikeyourself.You’llmaybegetLeft-handedCollandhisIrishrytopurgeyourparishandburnthehonestfolkwithwhilkyouareunworthilyblessed.Awa’toMontrose,man,foryon’stheladforyou!"

           "Montrose!"

           "Ay,Montrose.Knowthatyesterday,atKilsyth,yonwhelpofSatanwaspermittedtolaylowtheCovenant’sbanner,androutthegodly.ThiswordIhavegottenisascribefromArgyll,onhisroadtoBerwick,writtenfromaboatattheQueen’sFerry.Thisverydayit’slikethatAntichristwillbehammeringonthegatesofGlasgow."

           

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