Stillth

And suddenly the magic of this place — the fragrance and the stillth and the peace of it — took Dicky by the throat.

[…] a battle rages in the old pile again tonight. "Will no stilth ever come to bad auld Fergus Keep?" a man of the roads once said to me, when I stopped to rest on a bridge high above the gorge of White Abbey. He was maundering and mouthing about battles and thirst, in one breath.

Whenever I was in deep thought in the stillth of a night in longing for the mainland, it seemed that a voice was calling in the dark.