“I will, Grandmother. I will! I promise you.”
“What do you think o’ her, Jamie?” asked Christine.
“I think she is dying, Auntie.”
“Go hame as quick as you can, and tell your feyther to come, and not to lose a minute. Tell him he must bring the Cup wi’ him, or I’m feared he’ll be too late.”
The Domine’s voice roused Margot a little. She put out her trembling hand, and the likeness of a smile was on her face. “Is He come?” she asked.
“Only a few more shadows, Margot, and He will come. I have brought the Cup with me, Margot. Will you drink the Wine of Remembrance now?”
“Ay, will I—gladly!”
The Domine and Christine ate and drank the sacred meal with her, and after it she seemed clearer and better, and the Domine said to her, “Margot, you will see my dear old friend, James Ruleson, very soon now. Will you tell him I send him my love? Will you tell him little Jamie is my son now, and that he is going to make the name of James Ruleson stand high in the favor of God and man?”
“I’ll tell him a’ anent Jamie—and anent Christine, too.”
“The dead wait and long for news of the living they love. Someway, sooner or later, good news 287 will find them out, and make even heaven happier. Farewell, Margot!”