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"There is no power in any mortal's curse that prayer cannot wither. Keep it to yourself you, who believe in it. As for me " "As for you, I will give you some advice. When the new minister is placed, go and tell him what Liot Borson told you at his death-hour. For I know well he did not die without boasting of his revenge on Bele Trenby.
"What counsel hold you with the seamews? Sometimes I see a smile, and sometimes I hear a sigh; and then, again, there is a look of the eye as if Liot Skulison were standing before you." "I was filling twenty long ships with enough stout lads to man them, and sailing the western main again," replied Estein. "And whither were you sailing?" asked Helgi. "Westward first," said Estein.
"Well, then, Snorro, fate is justice," said Matilda; "and as well begin, Liot, for it will be the tale of Gisli and no other I see that." Then Liot stood up, and Karen, busy with her knitting, watched him. She saw that he had brown hair and gray eyes and the fearless carriage of one who is at home on the North Sea.
He thought the more on this subject because his father was visibly dying from some internal disease, which was dissolving with rapid, inexorable suffering the house of clay in which the soul of Liot Borson dwelt. Liot was aware of it, and had borne with silent courage the enemy's advances toward the citadel of life.
A higher power than our own brings events about, finds a way across the hills of difficulty, smooths out the rough places, and makes straight what our folly has made crooked. When it became certain that Liot would make his life-home near Uig the men on that coast began to treat him with more friendliness, and the women pitied and cared a little for his motherless boy.
"Father, I am feared for a thing like that. There would be sin in it." "I lifted no finger against him; my lips lied not. It was the working out of his own sin that slew him." "I would have warned him yes, I would. Let me go for the minister; he will not be feared to say, 'Liot, you did wrong, if so he thinks." "I have had my plea out with my Maker. If I did sin, I have paid the price of the sin.
In the early part of this century there lived at Lerwick, in the Shetland Islands, a man called Liot Borson. He was no ignoble man; through sea-fishers and sea-fighters he counted his forefathers in an unbroken line back to the great Norwegian Bor, while his own life was full of perilous labor and he was off to sea every day that a boat could swim.
Shall we slay him now, or keep that sport till we have better light to see him die?" "I have other work on hand than drinking. Liot and I have an account to settle at daybreak." Ketill stared at him in astonishment. "You mean then in very truth to fight?" he cried. "Well, do as you wish; but it is a strange spell."
There Liot stayed all summer, fishing with the men of the place; but he was not happy, for, though they were Calvinists as to faith, they were very different from the fair, generous, romantic men of his own islands. For the fishers of Uig were heavy-faced Celts, with the impatient look of men selfish and greedy of gain.
So Mistress Sabiston had a special interview with the Rev. Magnus Ridlon, and she also sent a sum of money to the kirk as a "mortification," and eventually was restored to all sacred privileges, except the great one of the holy table. This depended inexorably on her public exoneration of Liot and her cultivation of good-will toward him.
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