Part 11 (1/2)
”I am here, father.” Alexander rose and went to the sick man's side.
”You slept finely! And here we have food for you, and drops to give you strength--”
The laird swallowed the drops and a spoonful or two of broth. ”There.
Now I want to talk. Aye, I am strong enough. I feel stronger. I am strong. It hurts me more to check me. Is that the wind blowing?”
”Yes. It is a wild night.”
”It is singing. I could almost pick out the words. Alexander, there's a quarrel I have with Touris of Black Hill. I have no wish to make it up. He did me a wrong and is a sinner in many ways. But his sister is different. If you see her tell her that I aye liked her.”
”Would it make you happier to be reconciled to Mr. Touris?”
”No, it would not! You were never a canting one, Alexander! Let that be. Anger is anger, and it's weakness to gainsay it! That is,” said the laird, ”when it's just--and this is just. Alexander, my bonny man--”
”I'm here, father.”
”I've been lying here, gaeing up and down in my thoughts, a bairn again with my grandmither, gaeing up and down the braes and by the glen. I want to say somewhat to you. When you see an adder set your heel upon it! When a wolf goes by take your firelock and after him!
When a denier and a cheat is near you tell the world as much and help to set the snare! Where there are betrayers and persecutors hunt the wild plant shall make a cup like their ain!” He fell to coughing, coughing more and more violently.
Strickland rose and came to the bedside, and the two watchers gave him water and wine to drink, and would have had him, when the fit was over, cease from all speech. He shook them off.
”Alexander, ye're like me. Ye're mair like me than any think! Where ye find your Grierson of Lagg, clench with him--clench--Alexander!”
He coughed, lifting himself in their arms. A blood-vessel broke.
Tibbie Ross, answering the calling, hurried in. ”Gude with us! it's the end!” Mrs. Grizel came, wrapped in a great flowered bed-gown. In a few minutes all was over. Strickland and Alexander laid him straight that had been the laird.
CHAPTER IX
The month was May. The laird of Glenfernie, who had walked to the Kelpie's Pool, now came down the glen. Mother Binning was yet in her cot, though an older woman now and somewhat broken.
”Oh aye, my bonny man! All things die and all things live. To and fro gaes the shuttle!”
Glenfernie sat on the door-stone. She took all the news he could bring, and had her own questions to put.
”How's the house and all in it?”
”Well.”
”Ye've got a bonny sister! Whom will she marry? There's Abercrombie and Fleming and Ferguson.”
”I do not know. The one she likes the best.”
”And when will ye be marrying yourself?”
”I am not going to marry, Mother. I would marry Wisdom, if I could!”
”Hoot! she stays single! Do ye love the hunt of Wisdom so?”
”Aye, I do. But it's a long, long chase--and to tell you the truth, at times I think she's just a wraith! And at times I am lazy and would just sit in the sun and be a fool.”
”Like to-day?”