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VII. The First Blast

           BlitheIwastofindthebreathstillinye,butIhadasairjobgettin’yetoyourbed,sir,forye’reawearywechtforanauldwumman.ThesunwasuporIgotyourwoundswashedandsalved,andsyneIsatbythebedprayin’totheLordthatyesuldwaukeninyourrichtmind,forIsawfinethatthewoundso’yourbodywouldheal,butIfearedthatthewitsmichthavecleanganefraeye.AndnowIamabundantlyanswered,forye’respeakin’likeyoursel’,andyoureen’sasImindthem,andtheblood’sbackintilyourcheeks.TheLordbethankit!"

           ButtherewasnojubilationinIsobel’svoice.Herfingerstwinedconfusedly,andhereyeswandered.

           "Doyouknowwhatbefellme?"heasked.

           "Eh,sirs,howsuldIken?"

           "Butwhatdoyouthink?Youfindmeinthesmallhourslyingsenselessatyourdoor,withmyfacescarredandmybodybruised.WhatdoyouthinkIhadsuffered?"

           "Ithinkyewereclawedbybogles,whilka’bodykensaregi’enafreedispensationonRood-MassE’en."

           "Woman,whatisthistalkofboglesfromlipsthathaveconfessedChrist?IwasassaultedbytheDevil,buthisemissarieswerefleshandblood.Itellyouitwaswomen’snailsthattoremyface,andmen’shandsthatclutchedmythroat.IwalkedintheWood,forwhathasaministerofGodtofearfromtreesanddarkness?AndasIwalkedIfoundinanopenplaceaheathenaltar,andthataltarwascoveredwithalinencloth,asifforasacrament.Iwasafraid--Iconfessitwithshame--buttheLordusedmyfearforHisownpurpose,andledmebackinmyflighttothatveryaltar.

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