“Why, mistress?”
Her eyes glowed in the shadow of her hood.
“They’re ganging to burn yer house, Lord Stair—to-nicht—I ken it a’ for ma ain Sandy is in it—sae—dinna gang hame!”
She dropped her hand, trembling with excitement.
“Ye canna save yer house, yet ye can save yer life.”
He drew himself erect in his saddle and looked in the direction of his home.
“This is Tweeddale’s and Johnstone’s setting on.”
“Ay, Lord Stair—and the mob will make for yer life.”
“I will go and demand soldiers.”
“It willna’ serve, Lord Stair—they are a’ in league wi’ the mob.”