"My chief!" she said softly. "I shall always find you nearer and better than I was able to think! I know I do not know how good you are."
"I am good toward you, Mercy! I love you!"
A long silence, save of shining eyes, followed.
"We are waiting for God!" said Alister at length.
"Waiting is loving," answered Mercy.
She leaned out, looking down to her heaven.
The moon had been climbing the sky, veiled in a little cloud. The cloud vanished, and her light fell on the chief.
"Have you been to a ball?" said Mercy.
"No, Mercy. I doubt if there will be any dancing more in
Strathruadh!"
"Then why are you in court dress?"