"Oh, yes, of course! I will get up in a minute."
"There is plenty of time," said Ian. "You must eat something before you get up. We, have nothing but oat-cakes, I am sorry to say!"
"I think you promised me some tea!" said Mercy. "I don't feel hungry."
"You shall have the tea. When did you eat last?"
"Not since breakfast."
"It is a marvel you are able to speak! You must try to eat some oat-cake."
"I wish I hadn't taken that last slice of deer-ham!" said Alister, ruefully.
"I will eat if I can," said Mercy.
They brought her a cup of tea and some pieces of oat-cake; then, having lighted her a candle, they left her, and closed the door.
She sipped her tea, managed to eat a little of the dry but wholesome food, and found herself capable of getting up. It was the strangest bedroom! she thought. Everything was cut out of the live rock. The dressing-table might have been a sarcophagus! She kneeled by the bedside, and tried to thank God. Then she opened the door. The chief rose at the sound of it.