shone, and we were deep in a wonderful game of being hidden in a room in
a castle because something strange was going to happen which we were not
told about. She ran behind a big gorse bush and did not come back. When
I ran to look for her she was nowhere. I could not find her, and I went
back to Jean and Angus, feeling puzzled.

"Where did she go?" I asked them, turning my head from side to side.

They were looking at me strangely, and both of them were pale. Jean was
trembling a little.

"Who was she, Ysobel?" she said.

"The little girl the men brought to play with me," I answered, still
looking about me.

"The big one on the black horse put her down--the big one with the star
here." I touched my forehead where the queer scar had been.

For a minute Angus forgot himself. Years later he told me.

"Dark Malcolm of the Glen," he broke out. "Wee Brown Elspeth."

"But she is white--quite white!" I said.

"Where did she go?"

Jean swept me in her warm, shaking arms and hugged me close to her
breast.