She spoke with a rapid passion that would not be interrupted, and then, still muttering threats and accusations, tottered out of the cot on her servant’s arm. David was speechless. The truth bound him. What powers of divination this evil woman had, he knew not, but she at least had driven home the unacknowledged fear in his heart. He sat down by Nanna and tried to comfort her, but she could not listen to him. “Leave me alone to-day,” she pleaded. “I have had all I can bear.”
So he went back to Lerwick, feeling with every step he took that the task Matilda had set him would have to be accomplished. The humiliation would indeed be great, but if by confession he could ward off punishment from Nanna he must accept the alternative. Himself he took not into consideration. No threat and no fear of personal suffering could have forced him to speak; but if, peradventure, silence was sin, and sin brought sorrow, then his duty to others demanded from him the long-delayed acknowledgment. However, he was not yet certain of the right, and the new minister had not yet come, and there is always some satisfaction in putting off what is dubious and questionable.
The new minister was not finally settled until Christmas. He proved to be a young man with the air of theological schools still around him. David was afraid of him. He thought of the tender, mellowed temper of the old man whose place he was to fill, and wished that his acknowledgment had been made while he was alive. He feared to bring his father’s spiritual case before one who had never known him, who had grown up “southward” under very different influences, who would likely be quite unable to go a step beyond the letter of the law.
He talked to Nanna frequently about the matter, and she was more than inclined to silence. “Let well alone, David,” she said. “What good can come of calling back old sins and sorrows? Who has set you this task? One who has always hated you. If God had sent, would he have sent by her? No; but when the devil wants a cruel, wicked messenger, he can get none so fit for his purpose as a bad old woman.”
However, while David hesitated Matilda went to the new minister. She prefaced her story by a gift of ten pounds for the replenishing of the manse, and then told it according to her own wishes and imagination.
“The minister dead and gone would not listen to me,” she said. “He was a poor creature, and Liot Borson was one of his pets. The man could do no wrong in his eyes. So I have been sin-bearer for more than twenty years. Now, then, I look to you to clear this matter to the bottom, and let the talk about it come to an end once for all.”
“It is a grave matter,” said Minister Campbell, “and I am astonished that my predecessor let it rest so long–though doubtless he did it for the best, for there will be two sides to this, as to all other disputes.”
“There is not,” answered Matilda, angrily. “All is as I have told you.”
“But, according to your testimony, Liot Borson’s guilt rests on your dreams. That is a poor foundation.”
“I have always been a foresighted woman–a great dreamer–and I dream true.”