“But I know not how to call a kirk meeting on a dream.”
“Was the Bible written for yesterday or for to-day?”
“It was written for every day, unto the end of time.”
“Then look to it. 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. As I remember, only one woman–a pagan, Pilate’s wife–is recorded as being in this way instructed. I should not be inclined to discipline the memory of Liot Borson on the strength of your dream.”
“There is, or there was, other evidence; for much of it has now gone away through the door of death. What I want is Liot’s own confession. He made it to his son before he gave up the ghost. Now, then, let David speak for his father.”
“That is a different thing. If David has a message to deliver, he must deliver it, or he is recreant to his trust.”
“See to it, then. It is all I ask, but I have a right to ask it.”
“What right?”
“Bele was my adopted son. I loved him. He was my heir. I was a lone-living woman, and he was all I had. As I have told you, Liot wished to marry my niece Karen, that he might heir my property. He had every reason to get Bele out of his way, and he did it. Ask his son.”