Then we others followed, and we killed the soldiers before they
could draw the spears oot again. They shouted loud in some foreign
tongue, but no mercy was shown them. We went ower them like a wave, and
trampled them doon into the mud, for they were few, and there was no end
to our numbers.

"I found myself among buildings, and one of them was on fire. I saw the
flames spoutin' through the roof. I ran on, and then I was alone among
the buildings. Some one ran across in front o' me. It was a woman.
I caught her by the arm, and I took her chin and turned her face so as
the light of the fire would strike it. Whom think you that it was,
Maggie?"

His wife moistened her dry lips. "It was I," she said.

He looked at her in surprise. "That's a good guess," said he. "Yes, it
was just you. Not merely like you, you understand. It was you--you
yourself. I saw the same soul in your frightened eyes. You looked
white and bonny and wonderful in the firelight. I had just one thought
in my head--to get you awa' with me; to keep you all to mysel' in my own
home somewhere beyond the hills. You clawed at my face with your nails.
I heaved you over my shoulder, and I tried to find a way oot of the
light of the burning hoose and back into the darkness.

"Then came the thing that I mind best of all. You're ill, Maggie.
Shall I stop? My God! You nave the very look on your face that you had
last night in my dream. You screamed. He came runnin' in the
firelight. His head was bare; his hair was black and curled; he had a
naked sword in his hand, short and broad, little more than a dagger.
He stabbed at me, but he tripped and fell. I held you with one hand,