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He had scarcely changed his clothing and sat down to his tea before Paul said: "A strange thing has happened. Trenby's ship is still in harbor. He cannot be found; no one has seen him since he left the ship yesterday. He bade Matilda Sabiston good-by in the morning, and in the afternoon he told his men to be ready to lift anchor when the tide turned.
So I will swither and scruple no longer; I will tell the whole truth about the drowning of Bele Trenby. Bele and I were never friends; but I hated him when he began to meddle between me and Karen Sabiston.
And when he entered his home there was the baby girl, and Nanna out of her mind with fever and like to die, and not able to say a word this way or that. And Nicol wanted money, and he went to Matilda Sabiston and he got what he wanted; but what was then said no one knows, for ever since he has hated the Borsons, root and branch, and his own wife and child have borne the weight of it.
They are handy at money-getting, and the rumor goes abroad that they are rich and masterful, and ill to deal with; but they were ever all that, or the old tellings-up do them much wrong." "Few people are better spoken of than they deserve." "That is so. Yet no one in Lerwick is so well hated as your great-aunt Matilda Sabiston. She is the last of the family left in Shetland.
And then, David, there are folks kirk folks, and plenty of them who would have said, 'There must be something wrong to set Nicol Sinclair to blood-spilling. And Matilda Sabiston would have spoken out plainly and said, 'There is something wrong' and this and that, and more to it." "And well, then?"
"You will find friends and kindred there my good cousin Paul, and his sons and daughters, and your mother's family in Yell, and Matilda Sabiston. I would say something of her, but she is doubtless in the grave by this time, and gone to the mercy of the Merciful." "Was she of our kindred, then?" "Of your mother's kin. They were ill friends here, but yonder all may all will be different."
An old woman, grim and of few words, opened the heavy door, and then tottered slowly along a narrow flagged passage before him until they came to a somberly furnished parlor, where Mistress Sabiston was sitting, apparently asleep. "Wake up, mistress," said the woman. "Here be some one that wants to see you." "A beggar, then, either for kirk or town. I have nothing to give."
Ask it how many of its great events hang upon dreams. Take the dream life out of the Bible, minister, and where are you?" "Mistress Sabiston, I am not used to arguing with women, but I will remind you that the dream life of the Bible does not rest on female authority. It was the men of the Bible that saw visions and dreamed dreams.
He stood at the table, and after a prayer and a hymn he said: "We have come together this afternoon to hear what David Borson has to say in regard to the charge which Matilda Sabiston has made for twenty-six years against his father Liot Borson." "That question was decided long ago," said an old man, rising slowly. "I heard Minister Ridlon give verdict concerning it at the funeral of Liot's wife."
Matilda mocked them as they did so with output tongue and scornful laughs; but no one interfered until the minister said: "Mistress Sabiston, you must now hold your peace forever." "I will not. I will " "It is your word against Liot's, and your word is not believed."