My eyes swept to the right. No one. To the left. Again, nothing. There was but one other place to look, behind. Just the thought brought a prickle to the back of my neck until, with sudden panic, I whirled impulsively around. There, jutting up from the hole through which the hold might be reached, was a grinning head, its eyes fixed right on me.
And all as we’ve got to do is to trusten, Master Marner—to do the right thing as fur as we know, and to trusten. For if us as knows so little can see a bit o’ good and rights, we may be sure as there’s a good and a rights bigger nor what we can know—I feel it i’ my own inside as it must be so.
“Will it work?” “Your plan?” said Erp. “With the aid of Calum’s Christus, I believe it shall. I have come to believe, however, that it is best to do the right thing without regard for the outcome.” “But is it the right thing?” I said. “I think you already know that it is,” said Erp. “Now go and do it.”
“Every man, woman, and child sheltered indoors after dark, with candles snuffed and pillows atop their chests to muffle their pounding hearts. They feared the charioteer would visit their shacks and exact a heavy toll from them — yea, even their very lives!”