Marjorie Bowen

“ Silence and loneliness were abroad; the Countess gazed up at the infinite distance of the stars and shivered through her slender body; against the sky rose a misty vision often seen by her: the vision of a man with a beautiful face and clothes clay-stained and bloody, holding a lace cravat and looking at her with mournful eyes. ”

“ A silence while they gazed at the paling sky through the long windows; then Breadalbane spoke.
"Peggy—when we gang back to the Hielands—we'll ride through the Glen o' Weeping, ye and I—and ye shall hae anither picture o' it to think on after, when the badges and music o' the Campbells glitter and ring through the ruins o' Glencoe."
"Jock—I am a fule—I dinna regret."
"Peggy—my dear, my dear!"
She looked up at him through the vague gray light.
"Jock!" she said passionately. "I am content—an' no afraid o' the living or the—dead." ”

“ Breadalbane's eyes flashed.
"Nay—because the Hielands are clear o' the thieves—we canna forget, when we see Argyllshire and Invernesshire free to the Campbells, when we can ride unarmed with nae to question us—lords o' the Hielands. Ye say weel we canna forget."
She warmed a little in response to his tone. "I dinna regret or repent," she said. "Hate o' the Macdonalds is in the bluid—it is na sorrow for them but fear—fear maybe, Jock, o' the reckoning."
"We shallna' pay, Peggy—Lord Stair will answer to that." ”