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If any of the children had been interfering with it, I’m sure I would have seen- I warn you: you’re obstructing a police officer. I am not obstructing you, Sergeant. You could maybe get old Sam there to row you to the mainland. You’d be back in a week. Well, I’ll just have to find Rowan Morrison myself. Everything under control, Oak? Aye, my lord. Mr. Macgreagor, I trust we aren’t going to have to let out your costume again this year. I think I’ll manage, my lord, but it does seem to shrink a little each year. I know. My friends, enough now. We shall all reemble outside the town hall at : sharp and then process through the village and the countryside, down to the beach below the stones, by the route which has become sacred to our rite. This year at the procession’s end, as has already been proclaimed, a holy sacrifice will be offered up jointly to Nuada, our most sacred god of the Sun, and to Avellenau, the beloved goddess of our orchards, in order that we may furnish them with renewed power to quicken the growth of our crops. Hail the Queen of the May! Hail the Queen of the May! Hail the Queen of the May! Why, Sergeant, I thought you’d gone back. Mrs. Morrison, I don’t know if you know it or not, But Rowan is not dead. They’ve got her hidden somewhere. They? Now, if you know where she is, I beg you to tell me now before it’s too late. Sergeant, I’ve already told you – In the name of God, woman, what kind of mother are you, that can stand by and see your own child slaughtered? Sergeant, if I were you, I would go back to the mainland. Stop interfering in things that are no concern of yours. I am going to search every house in this place during the next few hours. and if anybody, including you, stands in my way, they’ll be arrested as accomplices to murder. You’ll simply never understand the true nature of sacrifice. Heathens! Bloody heathens! Yes? Take those masks off. No. Take them off! What do you think you’re doing? Searching every house for a missing child. Baa baa black sheep, Have you any wool Yes, sir, yes, sir, Three bags full I I’m sorry. What’s that? The life of the fields. John Barleycorn. What’s in here? What’s that? That’s my costume the salmon of knowledge. Hello. You’re back early. Where are the other coppers? There aren’t any. The plane wouldn’t start. Give me a gl of whiskey, please. So he spent his time instead turning the whole village upside down. Just give me a gl of whiskey. No wonder he’s worn out. Did you find the girl? No, well, I can’t say I’m very surprised. I’m going to rest in my bed for half an hour. I do not wish to be disturbed. I’d stay there until tonight, if I was you. We don’t much relish strangers around today. He’s asleep. I don’t like to use it on him, really. The laird said we’re to take no chances, didn’t he? I know, but with the Hand of Glory there’s no telling when you wake. He might sleep for days. All the better. Shh! We don’t want him butting in. Go on, light it up. That will make you sleep, my pretty Sergeant. I’m away to change. We can’t do without Punch. You best get on ahead. They’ve given you girls five minutes start, haven’t they?