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Prologue

           ButasIpickedmywaydownthehillsideinthegrowingduskIrealizedthatallmemoryoftheencirclingforesthadnotgonefromWoodileeinmychildhood,thoughthenameofMelanudrigillhadbeenforgotten.IcouldhearoldJockDodds,whohadbeenkeeperonCalidonforfiftyyears,tellingtalesformydelectationashesatandsmokedonthebigstonebesidethesmithy.Hewouldspeakofhisfather,andhisfather’sfather,andthelatterhadbeenagreatherowithhisflintlockgun."Hewouldlieinthemossorthreeonthewintermornin’s,andhimanauldman,andgetthewildswansandthegreygeesewhentheycam’owerfraeClydetoAller.Ay,andmony’sthedeerhewouldkill."AndwhenIpointedoutthattherewerenodeerinthecountryside,Jockshookhisheadandsaidthatinhisgrandfather’sdaytheBlackWoodwasnotalldestroyed."TherewasamucklelumponWindyways,andanitherthissideo’Reiverslaw."ButifIaskedformoreabouttheWood,Jockwasvague.SomesaidithadbeenfirstsetbytheRomans,othersbyAuldMichaelScotthimself...."Agrandhidy-holeforbeastsandanuncobitforwarlocks."...ItsdownfallhadbegunlongagointheDearYears,andthelastofithadbeenburntforfirewoodinhisfather’sday,inthewinteroftheSixteenDriftyDays....

           Iremembered,too,thattherehadbeenplacesstillsacrosanctandfeared.ToMaryCross,ashapelessstoneinafieldofbracken,noonewouldgointhespringorsummergloaming,butthegirlsdeckeditwithwildflowersathighnoonofMidsummerDay

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