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I
had
a
mind
to
eat
,
moreover
,
rose
from
bed
of
my
own
movement
,
and
as
soon
as
we
had
breakfasted
,
stepped
to
the
entry
of
the
Cage
and
sat
down
outside
in
the
top
of
the
wood
.
It
was
a
grey
day
with
a
cool
,
mild
air
:
and
I
sat
in
a
dream
all
morning
,
only
disturbed
by
the
passing
by
of
Cluny
's
scouts
and
servants
coming
with
provisions
and
reports
;
for
as
the
coast
was
at
that
time
clear
,
you
might
almost
say
he
held
court
openly
.
When
I
returned
,
he
and
Alan
had
laid
the
cards
aside
,
and
were
questioning
a
gillie
;
and
the
chief
turned
about
and
spoke
to
me
in
the
Gaelic
.
"
I
have
no
Gaelic
,
sir
,
"
said
I.
Now
since
the
card
question
,
everything
I
said
or
did
had
the
power
of
annoying
Cluny
.
"
Your
name
has
more
sense
than
yourself
,
then
,
"
said
he
angrily
,
"
for
it
's
good
Gaelic
.
But
the
point
is
this
.
My
scout
reports
all
clear
in
the
south
,
and
the
question
is
,
have
ye
the
strength
to
go
?
"
I
saw
cards
on
the
table
,
but
no
gold
;
only
a
heap
of
little
written
papers
,
and
these
all
on
Cluny
's
side
.
Alan
,
besides
,
had
an
odd
look
,
like
a
man
not
very
well
content
;
and
I
began
to
have
a
strong
misgiving
.
"
I
do
not
know
if
I
am
as
well
as
I
should
be
,
"
said
I
,
looking
at
Alan
;
"
but
the
little
money
we
have
has
a
long
way
to
carry
us
.
"
Alan
took
his
under-lip
into
his
mouth
,
and
looked
upon
the
ground
.
"
David
,
"
says
he
at
last
,
"
I
've
lost
it
;
there
's
the
naked
truth
.
"
"
My
money
too
?
"
said
I.
"
Your
money
too
,
"
says
Alan
,
with
a
groan
.
"
Ye
shouldnae
have
given
it
me
.
I
'm
daft
when
I
get
to
the
cartes
.
