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Just turn them loose among your hands.

Instructions for doing duty.

There's some tea in the pot.

Well, you've got a bit of time coming up next week.

Started already.

My mother's ready for fruit cake.

You can't eat that too soon.

You'll need some whiskey.

A lot, in fact.

The guy's thirsty business evaluation.

Will you be up for the gathering? Oh, aye.

I'll put in an appearance just to annoy them.

I know you.

It's one of they daft things.

There's men's work and there's women's work.

And the men donae like the women folk working the sheep.

But I'll be there, all right. Me and my orriman.

Your orriman?

Aye, a man that does odd jobs around the place, you know. Bit planting, bit

herding. Listen to that.

Morning,

Pooey. What's that you've got?

Something to keep your hens happy.

There you go.

Best be on my way.

See you at the neighbouring.

Bye.

You don't think five shillings is too much for a cockerel?

No, for something that'll get you up in the morning.

Cheek. You always sleep through the alarm clock.

And whose fault is it that I'm so tired in the morning?

Bye.

Fine morning, Bulby.

Oh, aye, none so bad.

I'll need to get a gun myself soon.

I think it best if you don't want to lose any more lambs.

I've lost some already.

The one that dropped early, it's up the back there.

Who did it take in its eyes?

You sure it was one of mine?

Oh, aye.

The ewe had a corry bag mark.

Eight, nine, ten.

Just two shorts of the dozen, Mrs Ritchie.

That'll be 12 shillings and fourpence.

Less what I owe you for the axe.

Do you want to settle up now?

Can we leave it till Thursday?

Why, no bother.

Next Thursday it is.

And I'd like to place a special order.

Four bottles of whisky?

We're having our valuation.

How do you know?

Well, you're making a good start with the whisky.

Now, what would you be wanting in the way of foodstuffs? It's all on the list.

I hope you'll have enough coupons for this lot.

Your valuation next week.

Who's to be the oversman?

Mr. Abercrombie. I know him.

All right, is he?

Well, he's done it often enough.

And he's fair.

Though maybe he has overmuch to say when it comes to the bet.

Who's that?

He's a great one for addressing burn stoppers, I'm told.

And you might well believe it when you hear him speechifying at evaluation.

I'll look forward to it.

Well, if that's to your taste.

Fine day, Mrs. McKinnon. This is Mrs. Forbes.

You know, I haven't quite got used to seeing bananas again.

Some of the babies have never seen them at all.

So, how are things?

Fine.

Sir James has gone through to Edinburgh. He isn't expected back until this

evening. Any particular reason?

Just a routine medical check -up.

I'll be home for a couple of weeks.

That's nice.

What have you got in the back?

I bought them at an auction in Perth.

Why the interest in paintings?

Well, we'll have dinner sometime and I'll tell you all about it.

We're having dinner tonight.

Morning, Mrs.

Morning. Can we buy some eggs?

Yes.

How many do you want?

Oh, just two. And some milk if you've got it.

I'll let you have some in a bottle.

Are you staying at the youth hostel?

No such luck. It's full up.

I thought we got a wee tent.

Do you know somewhere nice to camp?

Up the hill, just beyond the waterfall.

Thanks.

Faraday. Edinburgh.

Don't be a friend of Mr. McCrae.

That's hard to say.

Westerbalbuy.

But I doubt if you'll find anybody there.

You're late. They'll be up in the hill.

I can wait.

Thanks a lot.

He's up.

What do you think you're doing?

We're camping, mister.

Get that tent down and get off this hill. I'm not doing any harm.

I'll be the judge of that.

Have you not seen the notice in the youth hostel that tells the length of

keep off the hill in the lambing season?

She said it would be all right to camp here.

Who's here?

Hello, Mr. McRae.

A word with you.

Surely.

I came across two boys camping up by the waterfall.

Did you?

They said your wife had given them permission.

They were just looking for someone to pitch their tent.

The two things you don't want up on the hill in the lambing season are hoodie

crows and hikers.

It's a pity we're allowed to shoot the one and not the other.

Yes. Well, I'm sorry, Balbu. I'll tell them to clear off. I have done that.

Just you have a word with your wife.

Well, all the... He doesn't own the hill.

Jenny, he is right.

It's a common grazing, and the sheep shouldn't be disturbed when they're

lambing. Well, I didn't think they'd do any harm.

They seem nice enough boys.

You weren't to know.

Well, he didn't have to be so rude, did he?

Hello, grandfather.

So

what

happened? Well, according to... Amy Robertson. Alec Richie spent the rest of

day trying to find out where the dog was hiding.

Alistair McRae, an old rogue.

Oh, I think there's a bit more to the story than that.

Whatever, the Richies decided to keep her.

You didn't tell me about that, Flora.

Oh, didn't I?

No, you didn't.

Andrew, tell me more about your paintings.

Some other time.

The Corrie Bay evaluations next week, isn't it?

Thursday.

Well, I suppose I really should go over sometimes soon and see them. You can see

Alec tomorrow.

He'll be up here to sign the submission.

Oh, good.

Well, I'm looking at the office when you're finished.

What's his wife like? I've never met her.

Jennifer?

Oh, she's quite a determined young woman.

Speaks her mind when she feels like it, too.

I don't mind telling you, Andrew. I did my best to discourage them.

I rather thought you would.

We have an understanding about the tenancy.

Flora told me.

Thanks for looking after them.

Oh, I didn't do anything to help.

You did quite enough.

No photograph of my mother?

Why would there be?

I wrote to you about the funeral.

I got your letter.

But you never came.

Why are you here?

You're the only kin I have.

What's that to me?

And I'm the only kid that you have.

And that's no choice of mine.

I'd like to stay here.

It's a fine big farm, this.

Thinking it'll be your Sunday?

I've got to leave it to somebody.

By God, you're an unsubway that's speaking your mind.

What makes you think you'll get it?

And my mother's son.

Aye. And your father, and I've no wish to talk about either.

Look, I've learnt a lot at agricultural college.

I could help you run this place until you retire.

Until I'm up in Strasbourg Kirkyard, you mean?

Whichever.

Thank you for an enjoyable evening, Sir James.

A pleasure, I assure you.

Good night.

Good night.

So you'll look in tomorrow, Andrew?

I will indeed.

Good night, Flora.

Good night.

I think I'll turn in myself.

Have a night, Captain.

Thanks.

An attractive woman.

Flora? Yes, very.

Tell me, Andrew, have you formed any romantic attachments?

Not lately, no.

Why do you ask?

I had two appointments in Edinburgh.

John Matheson and Charlie Venables.

Yes, Flora said you'd been through to see your doctor. How did it go?

Venables gave me a pretty thorough going over.

Confirmed that I was as healthy as could be for a man of my age.

But agreed that I would die sooner or later.

A reasonable prognosis.

Why did you see your lawyer?

To establish in detail what the consequences of my death would be.

Death duties?

Precisely. Even with a 45 % abatement on agricultural property, the estate could

still be pretty badly hit.

So, without going into the legal technicalities, I propose to gift most

you.

And then do my damnedest to live for another five years.

I have no doubt that you will, Father.

Yes, well, there's a little bit more to it than that, Andrew.

I want Strathblair to stay in the family.

The immediate family.

John Matheson thinks there could be some means of setting up a trust to pass it

on to you and your heirs.

If I had any.

We've never been very close, Andrew.

No, well, hardly surprising.

Eaton, Spandhurst, I was never here long enough to get close to.

And the divorce didn't help.

I know.

Since we've never talked like this before, I assume there must be some

There is.

What I am about to say... You're about to say at the time I got married?

Yes. Anyone in mind?

If your affections were engaged elsewhere, I wouldn't dream of

you tell me they aren't.

Flora would make a very suitable wife for you.

And since she's been widowed for six years, it would be quite seemly.

All a bit cold -blooded, isn't it?

Few of our line were the end product of grand passions.

I rather thought that I was.

We know what came of that.

Aren't you overlooking something?

No.

Flora's a sensible woman, Andrew. I think she'd see the advantages of such a

match. I'd have to think about it myself.

She's over 30.

Not much time left.

What puns and errs you mean?

Just those.

Well...

I'll say goodnight.

Goodnight, Father.

Can't stay here.

Where else to go?

You've been staying somewhere.

I did in Edinburgh. I mean, I gave them up when I packed in the college.

You've left.

Why, I get fed up with you.

Has been a waste then, hasn't it?

Still, it's no surprise.

Treckless and footless, you've got your father's nature as well as his face.

Don't say anything bad about my father.

Oh, see what I like in my own house.

She was carrying you when they left. Did you know that?

Aye, she said.

If I had known what was going on under this roof, I'd have lived him.

They loved each other. What's that to me?

He wanted to get his hands on Westerbalbuy.

That's why he burned her.

He was killed in the Blitz.

Clyde Bank.

Him and another three firemen.

A tenement came down on him.

I don't want you here.

But I'm family.

I want you gone in the morning.

Well, if that's how you feel,

you can have this fun.

She wasn't to tell you.

That was our arrangement.

She didn't tell me.

I found your letter in the book among our things.

The money was to see you through college. Keep it.

There's nearly £30 left.

I said keep it.

If you don't want me, I don't want your money.

Why did you send it?

She wrote asking for it. No, no. If I'm no family, why did you send it?

Your father was a wasteful and a liar.

He betrayed my trust, so did she.

So don't think you've come here to claim your inheritance.

Well, if that's the way you feel, I'll be away in the morning.

That's it, Mr McInnes.

Thank you.

Now... You do understand the procedure, Mr Ritchie? I think so.

Good, because once you've signed the submission, there's no going back on it.

You've agreed to accept the arbitrator's valuation.

I understand.

Mr Wallace, the auctioneer, has agreed to represent your interests.

Munro of Dalscradon will be looking after the estate.

And the augursman, Mr Abercrombie, will have the final say in the event of any

disagreement. And I'm not involved?

Not in any way.

Though they may allow you to assist their deliberations by dispensing the

occasional refreshment.

Here, you can earn your porridge.

More wine?

No, thanks. That was lovely.

You used to come here a lot with John.

You'll miss him terribly.

Oh, yeah.

It was his new fare.

Married a factor and finished up with a soldier.

We had such a short few months together.

It was a very lonely time.

Well, at first, but not so much now.

Well, my life might be a bit lonely, but I've made sure it isn't empty.

The estate keeps me busy.

Work is an important substitute for companionship.

You'll have to do until something better comes along.

I suppose it doesn't allow any.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be impertinent.

No, you weren't.

Just after the war finished, a friend of John's came to visit me.

He was stationed at Perth.

David Malcolm.

I know him.

Captain, was that in Italian?

We could see quite a lot of each other.

He used to drive down almost every weekend.

I liked him.

But I was glad when he was posted elsewhere.

Why?

Because...

I could see what was going to happen.

Ever been so bad?

For me, yes.

He was regular army, and I don't want to go through that again.

The war's over.

For a professional soldier, Andrew, it's never over.

There's always a war to be fought somewhere.

Yes.

You never did tell me about your interest in paintings.

We've about 500 joules to bring down.

The first half should be in the bank by half -night, but the rest won't be in

till after 11.

500 joules, and how many people?

Don't know for sure.

A dozen, maybe.

They'll probably be arriving in dribs and drabs.

Except for the Oversman and the other two. Flora McInnes is bringing them

Have you got everything ready?

It'll be ready by the time they get here. You're sure?

I'm sure.

So you get up the hill and look after the sheep.

I'll look after the neighbouring.

You behave yourself this time.

Ah, well, I hope your man Richie will no be too disappointed with the valuation.

The prices at Perth this while back have been nothing short of scandalous.

They've been fair for the quality of the beasts that have been going through the

market. What?

You call £3 .18 for a cast -yow fair?

I don't. I'll believe he was getting a good price for his yows. Aye, he aye

does, for some reason.

The reason is, he's the best stockman in the district.

The Corriebeg beast should be in good condition.

Especially the lambs, if his prized beast has stopped any of the owls.

I'm thinking he'll no be too pleased at the new folk moving into Corriebeg.

Come in.

Ah, good day to you, Mrs. McKinnon.

I trust I find you in the best of health. You do, Mr.

Abercrombie. You know Mr. Monroe and Mr. Wallace, of course. I do indeed, I do

indeed. I have been involved in these witty matters before.

And how is your journey from Draymar?

Oh, he travels fastest who travels alone.

But... No, no, I can't just mind who it was.

Kipling?

Aye.

Aye, aye, it would be somebody like that.

Now, as I understand it, You're for the estate, John, and you're for Corrie

Begg, George.

Just so, and you're in the middle to referee.

An awesome responsibility, David.

But placed upon me by the Department of Agriculture, and therefore not to be

shirked. Your sense of duty is an example to us all. Ah, well, as the barb

an honest man's the noblest work of God.

So, if we're all ready, let's be getting on with it.

Oh, they'll not be down from the hill just yet.

You have time for a dram?

Or is it too early?

I'm Umberto Fabiagio.

Fimi Robertson Zoraman.

Oh, that's Fimi.

I'm going to Corribeg to help Signora Ricci.

I see.

It's not a bad place you have over there, eh?

I'm working on it.

I'll give you a hand when I have time.

I'm good in this area, though I saved my shell.

Thanks. Best of Umberto.

Umberto.

Prego. Let's get started on the other half now.

Come in.

All ready.

I've just a minute finished.

No, Jenny.

You've been working hard.

Oh, aye, I can see that.

Aye.

It's all wrong, isn't it?

Oh, they look fair nice, those wee tomato sandwiches.

Fair tasty.

It's all wrong.

When did you say that?

Oh, what would you say?

If we had cut like that, it would be lame for the rest of its life.

Dammit, that's just my luck.

Your luck, man. Your luck!

Look at its face.

This is my best stop.

It's just that at a neighbouring, folks might be looking for something a wee bit

more substantial.

Substantial? Such as?

Soup, for a start.

Well, I've made soup.

Oh, aye?

How nice.

In its way.

I have spent all my coupons on those chocolate eclairs.

Phoebe, what am I going to do?

What time is it?

Maybe just enough time to get round the other farming wifey, see what they've

got. And I'll get Mrs Forbes to get some meat for Colin's the butcher.

We'll need to get a nice stew going. And tatties.

Lots of tatties.

Can you make griddle scone?

No. Well, you'll learn how this morning.

First, some sheep's head broth.

Some what?

Sheep's head broth.

Where are we going to get a sheep's head?

There's no doubt about it.

They're all in fine condition.

I've seen better, Joan.

No great Muffy to be.

Muffy?

Never.

How do you think it's going?

Well, well, not so bad.

It's fine.

Shall I peel the plums now? Don't pull them, all the goodness is in the skin.

Add the carrots now, I'll see to dressing the hay.

Oh, Mr Cole.

I've nearly cleared out the shop.

I haven't got any coupon cards.

Oh, so I'll set out with my man later. Oh, and two pounds of tea will take from

Mr Cullen's butcher.

No, no, I'll not have that. The hogs and the gimbers are as good as you've ever

seen. Granted, granted.

But there's no character to the older age group. Well, we seem to have a

difference of opinion here.

I think we should go bin the house and sort it out.

That smells just grand, ladies.

Are you near finished?

Oh, a wee while yet. Oh, we'll take your time. Let me hurry.

I wouldn't say that, Mr. Wallace.

I wouldn't just say that.

Well, I would.

If you want a low valuation for Ritchie, George, and Delstreden here wants a

high one for the estate, it's not likely you're going to agree.

The Corriebeck beasts are well fleeced.

Look, the wool's fine, but the value will lie in the meat.

With half the world starving, it's the meat that matters.

If I could have your attention, please.

Lones and quinies, just a wee bit of hush.

Mr Munro of Dalf Greenan, whom you all know, and Mr Wallace, who you know

just as well, and myself, who you've seen afore now, have reached agreement

on the valuation of the Corrie Beg flocks.

They'll never be ready in time.

Durnall will make it quicker.

Here, let's see.

That's coming along fine.

Oh, and Bert will fair enjoy that.

He loves his sheep seed broth.

Who's in better?

My ornament.

He's a tally.

You know, an Italian.

And what's he doing here?

Came over as prisoner of war.

When he finished, he just stayed on.

Timmy?

Shh, Lizzie.

Mr. Ritchie of Corriebeg, having signed the submission, has agreed to accept our

decision. And it falls upon me, as Oversman appointed by the Board of

Arbitrators, to tell you what that decision is.

God, I'm darted. The beasts are in fine condition, as you might well expect,

seeing as they were looked after by Mr. McRae of Balbuie this while back.

But before I come to the bit... Since this is Mr.

and Mistress Ritchie's first neighbouring, I know you would wish me

them to Strathblair with a few words. And what better words than those penned

our immortal bard when he wrote, The cottage leaves the palace far behind.

What is a lordship's pomp?

A cumbrous load disguising off the wretch of humankind, studied in arts of

in wickedness refined.

O Scotia, my dear, my native soil, for whom

my warmest wish to heaven is sent.

Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil be blessed

with health and peace and sweet content.

It's our unanimous finding that the Corrie Berg valuation is £1

,061 .10.

You're doing grand, Jenny. Have we any more soup?

Oh, everyone's asking for second helping.

There's a little left in the bottom.

And the stew's nearly ready for serving. Right.

We're back in a minute.

You did none too bad at the valuation, Alec. We must have a wee talk later.

Where's Alistair Macrae got to?

It's no like him to miss a free feed and a few drams.

We found one of his tops injured up in the hill. He's taken it back to Balbuie.

Ah,

it's bad, Mr Macrae.

The base is cut between the cleats, right up into the bone.

How could it have happened? It's never been off the hill.

Well, it's happened, and the whole leg's poisoned.

Why, she no problem's got it big.

We'll come to the usual arrangement.

And I'll sell your beast at the mart.

That sounds fair.

Oh, and I was wondering, how do I go about getting a cow?

Oh, leave that to me.

Right then.

Is there anything you can do?

If I'd caught it early enough.

Never thought of Alistair McRae being a married man.

He seems so... ...solid.

That's how he likes it.

But he was married, all right.

To Ginny McVeigh.

Upper Hell's youngest lassie.

Just turned 18.

He was old enough to be her father.

And now, I'll give you a song.

There was a troop of Irish dragoons

come a -marching down through 5AO and their captains falling in love

with... A very bonny lass And her name it was called Pretty Peggy, oh

There's many a bonny lass In the hall of the let There's many a bonny lass In

the galley, oh There's many a bonny gin In the two little eggs of gin But the

floor of the bar Is in five, yeah

Oh, a soldier's wife I never shall be. A soldier shall never

enjoy me, oh. For I never do intend to go to a foreign land.

So I never shall marry a soldier, oh.

No, there's money above me, lads, in the hull of the lips.

There's money above me, lads, in the galley, oh.

The daughter made it.

Was born within the year.

But it was a bad birth.

Complication.

Junior was never the same.

Unless he died not long after.

That's sad.

And what happened to the child?

He got some YCM. The keep house for him and the graft of the bairn.

But he's fair doted on that lad.

We were at school together.

The only chance she ever got to play with the other bairns.

Then later, when she was older, in her teens, when she should have been daffing

with the lads, he kept her at home up in Balbuie.

So I suppose it had to happen.

Gavin Sinclair.

Good -looking dark -haired devil he was, too.

Half -tinkered, would you believe?

She ran away with him.

I think we'd better be going now, Andrew.

Oh.

Be up later, Jennifer.

Mr Macrae, you were able to come after all. You met a fine neighbour in

She's done well with her first.

Aye, her first.

And maybe her last.

What are you talking about, Mr Macrae?

A dead top, that's what I'm talking about. I'm talking about this.

What's that got to do with my wife?

I found it up by the waterfall, the place where she told them to camp.

You'll not deny it.

No. And I'm very sorry.

There's no business being there.

And you two have got no business being here. Go back to where you belong.

Just steady on, Balbuie. Mr. McRae, if you have anything to say, it should be

said in private.

No. Let it be said where folk can hear it. The riches are only in Corrie Begg

because he was friendly with the major here. You're forgetting yourself.

There's no other reason, and it's a gig bad reason. I can understand you being

upset, Mr. McRae, but there's no need to be offensive.

Man, Balbuie, you've got to keep a sense of proportion.

You lose beasts on the hill every year.

I don't lose a champion, Tup, because of some silly woman's damn stupidity.

Lecrae, I am not having my wife spoken to like that. Get out!

Nor will that.

And maybe you'll not belong behind me.

I'm sure Mr Ritchie will compensate you for your loss.

Oh, will he now?

There's not a Tup in Corrie. Big hustle comes anywhere near the one I've lost.

There's no proof that your Tup was injured in a broken bottle.

Take a look at that bit of glass.

It's from one of the lemonade bottles that Forbes puts his milk in.

Where would they get it if not from her?

Maybe I can't prove fault in law, but that's proof enough for me.

Look, I think you and Mr. Ritchie should come around to my office tomorrow and

we'll see what can be sorted out.

I'll be there, all right.

And if I don't get satisfaction, it's the lab I'll want to see, not his

Well, let's just leave it at that, then.

I suppose you'll have had some thoughts of handling Ritchie's business, Mr.

Wallace.

What if I had?

Well, then, that's up to you. You've been handling mine for long enough.

But you're not the only auctioneer in the district.

I'll not be threatened by anyone, Balboa. You choose.

Them or me.

Robert, come over here to this.

Something to tell you.

You're tough.

I found it wandering about the floor.

What?

The day I arrived.

Someone had left a gate open.

Gave himself caught up in the tides of an old weeper.

He didn't have a bell mark on his brow?

Aye.

Why didn't you say so on the day? Well, I tried, but with the welcome you gave

me.

Forgot. If he insists on seeing Sir James, what will you do?

I can't lie to him.

Alligator, I'm sorry.

Good morning, Andrew.

I didn't see you at breakfast.

No, I didn't really feel like it.

It would be nice when it's finished.

I hope so.

I've been thinking.

About what?

Resigning my commission.

No, Daniel.

Since you've slept on it, let's hear both sides of the story and see if we

resolve this matter amongst ourselves.

You contend that your tut received its injury on Corriebeg Land?

I'm saying that's where I found the broken milk bottle and that's where the

were camping, at Mrs. Ritchie's suggestion.

I believe the one and I don't deny the other.

The boys couldn't get into the youth hostel, so she gave them permission.

Well, Mrs. Ritchie shouldn't have sent them up the hill.

But it's only supposition that your tut received its injury there, isn't that

so? Aye, but you might well suppose it, since that's where you'd find it more

often, as not?

Just the same, there's no reason to assume that the campers left the broken

glass there.

I mean, I find it unlikely.

Why is that?

Because to get to Corrie Begg from the hostel, they wouldn't go through

Strasblare. Where did they get the milk?

Jenny gave them some in an empty bottle.

I see.

What?

Good. I agree, you do have a certain talent. Very modest talent.

Confident, but not much more.

No, I would never be a successful artist.

But I do know enough to be a success in the art world as a dealer or a curator

or something of that sort.

And it's what I'd like to do.

Indeed.

You've caught the colours very well.

Look, this isn't about campers, injured tubs or anything else. It's about

resentment. What's that?

You heard.

You've resented us from the minute we set foot in Corriebeg and you've shown

I've given you all the help you've asked for. Helping a neighbour in these parts

is to do with survival, not goodwill.

Your real feelings came out yesterday.

I have something to say about that.

Go ahead and say it.

I apologise.

I shouldn't have spoken to Mrs Ritchie the way I did.

Or the Major.

I'm sorry, Mr Ritchie, but I was upset about my top.

Which brings us back to the subject.

You'll be looking for compensation?

I will. It was a guy valuable beast.

The best breeding top in the district. How much was the beast worth?

Champion blackface, bought a bread.

I paid £30, but I've been offered £50.

£50? Well, that settles it then. I don't have £50 to spare.

So, we're back where we started.

Do you still want to see Sir James, Baldery?

Baldery?

No.

No?

There's been enough ill will, I'm thinking.

I might be prepared to take one of Corrie Begg's beasts as a replacement.

You said I had nothing of that quality.

This one?

Hmm. It'll do.

So you're satisfied, Babu?

Aye.

You might have another chump here if it was sired with a tub.

So, at least it's all in the family.

Aye. Best to keep things in the family.