“Macallum.” “Do you know there is a death here, Macallum?” “If I didn’t, I would know it now, because of what lies yonder.” Mechanically Andrew Blair looked round. As he knew, a rough bier was there, that was made of a dead-board laid upon three milking-stools. Beside it was a _claar_, a small tub to hold potatoes. On the bier was a corpse, covered with a canvas sheeting that looked like a sail. “He was a worthy man, my father,” began the son of the dead man, slowly; “but he had his faults, like all of us. I might even be saying that he had his sins, to the Stones be it said. You will be knowing, Macallum, what is thought among the folk … that a stranger, passing by, may take away the sins of the dead, and that, too, without any hurt whatever … any hurt whatever.” “Ay, sure.” “And you will be knowing what is done?” “Ay.” “With the bread … and the water…?” “Ay.” “It is a small thing to do. It is a Christian thing. I would be doing it myself, and that gladly, but the … the … passer-by who …” “It is talking of the Sin-Eater you are?” “Yes, yes, for sure. The Sin-Eater as he is called--and a good Christian act it is, for all that the ministers and the priests make a frowning at it--the Sin-Eater must be a stranger. He must be a stranger, and should know nothing of the dead man--above all, bear him no grudge.” At that Neil Ross’s eyes lightened for a moment. “And why that?” “Who knows? I have heard this, and I have heard that. If the Sin-Eater was hating the dead man he could take the sins and fling them into the sea, and they would be changed into demons of the air that would harry the flying soul till Judgment-Day.” “And how would that thing be done?” The man spoke with flashing eyes and parted lips, the breath coming swift. Andrew Blair looked at him suspiciously; and hesitated, before, in a cold voice, he spoke again. “That is all folly, I am thinking, Macallum. Maybe it is all folly, the whole of it. But, see here, I have no time to be talking with you. If you will take the bread and the water you shall have a good meal if you want it, and … and … yes, look you, my man, I will be giving you a shilling too, for luck.” “I will have no meal in this house, Anndra-mhic-Adam; nor will I do this thing unless you will be giving me two silver half-crowns. That is the sum I must have, or no other.” “Two half-crowns! Why, man, for one half-crown …” “Then be eating the sins o’ your father yourself, Andrew Blair! It is going I am.” “Stop, man! Stop, Macallum. See here: I will be giving you what you ask.” “So be it. Is the … Are you ready?” “Ay, come this way.” With that the two men turned and moved slowly towards the bier.