The Ghost Goes West Page #2

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Remember, your father said

that you mustn't pause.

Away with you!

I'll be out in a moment.

- There's the Glourie!

- That's his groom.

- He'll know where Murdoch is.

- Let's ask him.

- I give up.

- Well you must pay the forfeit.

- What is it?

- It's this.

Murdoch!

There's always some

cursed interruption!

Oh, I see! Forgive me lassie,

I'll be back soon!

- Murdoch!

- Here, stop!

- There he is!

- Look at him!

- Bold Glourie, the fighting man!

- With a woman, as usual!

- My cannon will stop your laughing!

- Come and get it yourself.

We'll return it, through your body!

- Hand it over!

- You've met your match, Glourie!

- Come on!

- Get that cannon, Glourie!

We'll get it!

Just a minute,

just a minute!

I have to have a sword!

Will someone lend me a sword?

GUN POWDER:

Shoot!

May Heaven receive the

soul of Murdoch Glourie.

Murdoch, my son,

can you hear me?

Father, where are you?

Where am I?

In limbo,

the empty place between

Heaven and Hell.

I died with honor,

and you died a coward's death.

Do you realize that?

Yes Father, I suppose I did.

Then you can never be welcomed

among your ancestors in Heaven.

Never?

You will be an earth-bound ghost,

doomed to haunt the

dark halls of Glourie Castle...

The Lord preserve us!

It's a ghost!

It's come back!

It's the ghost!

It's the ghost!

Father?

Yes, my son?

How long do I have to go

on with this nonsense?

I mean, frightening people

like that.

You promised to avenge

our honor and you failed.

You will remain the phantom

in this castle

until that promise is fulfilled.

When you twist the nose

of one of our enemies,

and make him kneel before you,

and admit that one Glourie

can thrash 50 MacLaggans.

But suppose I can never

find a MacLaggan?

A promise is a promise.

Every night at midnight,

you will awaken and walk through

the halls of this castle,

until you've found a MacLaggan

and forced him to bow down

before you in humble apology.

Then and not till then,

will you be permitted to

ascend from limbo

and join your noble ancestors

in Heaven.

Farewell,

Miserable ghost of a Glourie.

20th Century

FOR SALE:

GLOURIE CASTLE:

INQUIRE WITHIN:

- Hey!

- What?

Excuse me, but I'm looking for

the owner of this place.

Aye. So am I.

He's hiding somewhere around this

castle, and I propose to find him!

Well you'll not find him here,

so I would thank you

to take your sour faces

out of my kitchen!

Donald Glourie owes me about 150

pounds for ales, wines and liquors

furnished during the

past seven years.

And he owes me upwards of

200 pounds for provisions.

And what about my loan?

Aye, aye. We know how much

he owes you skinflints,

and you know how much

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