So the weeks dragged past, and Lord Durie lost all reckoning of the
flight of time; but ever the belief strengthened that it was no mere
human power that held him in bondage. And this belief received
confirmation at last, for he awoke one night from confused and heavy
sleep, to find himself once more bound, and wrapped, body and head, in
the thick folds of a cloak. Then, seemingly without moving from his bed,
he was borne through the air and set upon a horse; and again began that
awful journey which once before he had endured. This time, too, in
confirmation of his theory of the supernatural, when he came to his full
senses it was to find himself lying behind a clump of whins by the sands
of Leith, near to the very spot where, ages before, he had met a
strange-looking man who tried to draw him into conversation on law. And
nowhere was any cloak to be seen, nor trace of human agency. Only, he
ached sorely, and his legs almost refused to bear the weight of his
body, and in his head was the buzzing as of a thousand bees.
It was warlocks who had dealt with him--so his family and all his
friends agreed when his tale was told. But his successor in office
mourned, perhaps, that their dealings had not been more effectual, for
he liked ill to give up a post he had filled with ability for an all too
short three months.
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