"You'll take your death of cold among these draughts." "Oh! father," she said, kissing him, "I came to bid you farewell, and--and--to pray you not to start." "Not to start?
And why ?" "Because, father, I have dreamed a bad dream.

At first last night I could not sleep, and when at length I did I dreamed that dream thrice," and she paused.
"Go on, Cicely; I am not afraid of dreams, which are but foolishness--coming from the stomach." "Mayhap; yet, father, it was so plain and clear I can scarcely bear to tell it to you.

I stood in a dark place amidst black things that I knew to be trees.

Then the red dawn broke upon the snow, and I saw a little pool with brown rushes frozen in its ice.

And there--there, at the edge of the pool, by a pollard willow with one white limb, you lay, your bare sword in your hand and an arrow in your neck, shot from behind, while in the trunk of the willow were other arrows, and lying near you two slain.
Then cloaked men came as though to carry them away, and I awoke.