"It is not yet time," I said: "let us sleep on, dear heart."
But she would not, and I was fain to dress me in my leather, lest the summons coming swift might find me all unready at the call.
Then she roused Betty and the maid and servants, bidding them call up Mount and Renard, for the hour was close upon us all.
"Dear love," I said, "this is a strange fear that takes you from your pillows there, at dawn."
"Strange things befall a blindly loving heart," she said; "I heard them in my dreams, and knew them, all marching with their yellow moccasins and raccoon-caps and green thrums blowing in the wind."
"Riflemen?"
"Ay, dear love."
"Foolish prophetess!"
"Too wise! Too wise!" she whispered, wearily, nestling within my arms, a second only, then:
"Sir Michael!" roared Mount below my window; "Cresap is on the hills with five hundred men of Maryland!"