when you, the pathetic sheep of a barren pasture, wait hungry in the fold!â
I laughed to meself that Reverend Sill, too, was in search of coins. âDoesnât the law require that Lord Cummingsburgh sees your stipend is paid?â
âAye!â His eyes narrowed. âAnd it has been two years now Iâve been owed! Even a man as mighty as Lord Cummingsburgh need be warnedâfor it is the vengeance of Heaven that will not be avoided as one prepares for his unchangeable state.â
Then he stopped suddenly, as if recovering from a trance. âTell me, lad, have you had anything to eat of late?â
I hesitated, belly growling, me breeks hanging loosely at me hips, held up only by a piece of twine. âNo, sir.â
âThen youâll join me in breaking your fast.â
I watched in amazement as he reached inside his kishie and produced an oval bentwood box, from which he pulled a loaf ofbread and pouch of dried herring. âThe good Mrs. Sill packed provisions for the journey, and youâll do me a favor by lightening this load.â
I stared, dumbfounded. With me Daaâs outspoken criticism of the Kirk and me Midderâs past transgression, surely we Robertsons were a disgrace in his eyes. And yet, so hungry was I that when he handed me a chunk of bread and piece of dried herring, no amount of pride could keep me from accepting them.
Donât gobble like the swine and sheep
, I told meselfâme Midderâs words coming back to me, and thoughts of John, for a moment, disappearing. I didnât think I could chew fast enough to get the food into the dark, empty parts of me body. But when I finished and looked over, Reverend Sillâs eyes were closed, face tilted to the morning sun, his hands clasped tightly in prayer. And his food lay untouched on a cloth before him.
âMay the Good Lord cast a warm light on this journey,â he prayed, a wide smile pulling at the edges of his loose, wrinkled face. âFor only He knows the limits of this tired, worn body, and the sacrifice I am willing to make to set things right.â
Then he slowly leaned back against the rock, carefully chewing his bread and fish before taking a long swig from a small clay jug. âYouâll not be wanting any of this to quench your thirst, lad,â he said, grimacing as he swallowed. âThereâs a spring just over there.â
I knelt down to the trickle bubbling up from a stone and drank the cool, refreshing water. Then, seeing him packing theremaining food and jug back into the kishie, I dashed to the path before he could start another lecture. âBest wishes for a safe journey,â I called over me shoulder. âI thank you!â
But I was only a few strides on me way when I heard a moan so deep and pitiful I was sure his heart had given way.
Donât look back! Keep moving
, I told meself, determined to not allow this one act of kindness to wipe away the memory of shame and humiliation in me Midderâs eyes. But as the reverendâs moans grew louder, it was me Gutcherâs face that came to meâhow he struggled each day, so plagued with the rheumatism, that it took both me and Catherine to pull him out of bed.
Donât think about that!
I told meself.
Youâve no time to help. Remember what he did to Midder!
But when I stupidly glanced over me shoulder, the pathetic sight of such a frail man struggling to pull the kishie onto his back was more than I could bear.
âWait, Reverend. Iâll carry it.â The words slipped out before I could bring meself to me senses.
He looked up, stunned at first, eyeing me skeptically. âThank ye, lad. But itâs beyond your ability, Iâm afraid.â
âI may be small, but me Gutcher tells me Iâm the best in the family for carrying the peats.â
But as I hoisted the kishie over me shoulders, I immediately regretted me boasting. How could bread, fish, and a jug of water
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