That evil befall us not this night.
Mary, in thy goodness and glory,
And Thou, Son of the sweet-savoured Virgin,
Protect us this night from all the pains of darkness.
And thou, Michael, guardian of souls, abide with us, watching.
When she looked down, at the end of her prayer, Mary saw that Lora's eyes also were closed; though by the muttering of the lips she knew her dear one was not asleep.
Softly she closed the door behind her; then, passing by the fire, went into the third room of the cottage.
Soon she too was in bed, softly repeating, as the weariness of sleep came over her:
Cha laidh mise leis an olc,
'S cha laidh an t' olc leam.