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|Wed, 6 Sep 2006 14:12:57 +0200
But the message seemed to sharpen his exhilaration.
Here was his secret disclosed with avengeance, for one of his own pupils shared it.
Theres more in the oath than secrecy, sir, he said; theres apromise of mutual aid.
Theres plenty of wild countryfor hidyholes between the Channel and the Pentland Firth. When he ate bread and cheese at midday in avillage alehouse his head was brimming with fancies.
Whatevermoney you need will be at your disposal.
His safety lay inthe Fishers Oath and also in the character of the participant. Free him from the toils of that accursedbaggage. St Andrews should not be shamed by herambassador. I place much on your wise tongueand the old kindness between the two of you.
Follow me, fordinner is on the table, and the cockie-leekie will be cooling. Ihope you are a claret-drinker, which every true Scot should be. It goes back to myDysart boyhood, when I was never away from the harbour-side. Maybe you lack something, but youare the best available. It prepares the way for itsnobler brother, Professor, even as Saul preceded the Psalmist. For, let me tell you, your young friend isploughing a dangerous rig. Simply that if he is going to cast his glamour over Kirsty, Illhave him out by hook or by crook. He shook himself with difficulty out of amood of diffidence.
Theres just the one duty before you, to get on to his scent like ahound with a tod. I am obliged, and I will answer you, but my knowledge stops shortfive years back. Maybe you lack something, but youare the best available.
Have you become a Jacobin to rave against rank?
I am obliged, and I will answer you, but my knowledge stops shortfive years back. And that is not the worst of it, and here I come to the gravamenof the business. No, but he has taken upwith more dangerous pastimes.
But his head is a wasps byke for maggots. Its nothing less thanthe credit of a noble family and the future of an unhappy youth.
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