The quiet had come upon me when the mist had begun to creep about and inclose us.

I liked it.

I liked the sense of being shut in by the soft whiteness I had so often watched from my nursery window in the castle.
"People might be walking about," I said to Angus when he lifted me from Sheltie's back.
"We couldn't see them.

They might be walking." "Nothing that would hurt ye, bairnie," he answered.
"No, they wouldn't hurt me," I said.

I had never been afraid that anything on the moor would hurt me.
I played very little that day.