She crooned at the name he used.
"It is well," she replied, "but what of you—and what is it I can do?"
"Tell me, Sheen," said he, "what of this place—is it safe?"
She shook her head.
"There is death here," she said, "Neil Mackenzie is back from the wars—he is new come from the pursuit of the Prince—you must fly, and the boy with you. Did they see you outside?"
He nodded, with his eyes on the door.
"We are awaiting news from France," he said, "how can we leave here—they would overtake us."
Over the face of the old woman there crept a look of fear.
"Hark!" she said, "there are footsteps along the road."
They all stood listening intently.