It was Glenlyon.
He had her firmly by the arm.
“Ye must come into safety,” he said hoarsely, and he drew her along, supporting her over the rough way; her cloak had fallen and he put it about her.
At that she spoke.
“Why are ye so careful of me, Robert Campbell? There are women dying down there.” She pointed to the dip of the valley they were leaving where the red light and the smoke rose through the darkness.
“It is over now,” he answered in a troubled manner. “We killed no women if we could help it—Hamilton is coming—I must get ye into his camp.”
“There are others will die of cold this night—let me join them, Robert Campbell!”
But he held her firmly. “Who have ye among the Macdonalds?” he asked quickly.
“Robert Campbell—let me go!”
Through the dark his voice came strained and labored.