I could not find her, and I went back to Jean and Angus, feeling puzzled.
"Where did she go ?" I asked them, turning my head from side to side.
They were looking at me strangely, and both of them were pale.

Jean was trembling a little.
"Who was she, Ysobel ?" she said.
"The little girl the men brought to play with me," I answered, still looking about me.
"The big one on the black horse put her down--the big one with the star here." I touched my forehead where the queer scar had been.
For a minute Angus forgot himself.

Years later he told me.
"Dark Malcolm of the Glen," he broke out.

"Wee Brown Elspeth." "But she is white--quite white!" I said.
"Where did she go ?" Jean swept me in her warm, shaking arms and hugged me close to her breast.
"She's one of the fair ones," she said, kissing and patting me.

"She will come again.