“It is a true thing.”
A shadow fell across the room. Isla Macleod stood in the doorway.
Silis turned the white beautiful face of her, and looked at the man she loved with all her heart and all her soul. He smiled. She was no coward, his Silis, though he called her his fawn.
“Is—it—a—true—thing, Silis?” he asked slowly.
She looked at Sheumas, then at Isla, then back at her husband.
“It might kill Sheumas,” she muttered below her breath, so that neither heard her: “it might kill him,” she repeated.
Then, with a swift turn of her eyes, she spoke.
“Yes, it is a true thing, Isla. I abide by Sheumas.”
That was all.