The exertions of Sir Nigel and his companions, even of her own friends, failed in rousing or infusing strength.

Sometimes it was vague conjectures as to the fate of her husband, the dread that he had fallen into the hands of his foes--a catastrophe which not only herself but many stronger minds imagined could scarcely be avoided.

She would dwell on these fancies till suspense became intolerable; and then, if these were partially calmed, came personal fears: the belief that if attacked the castle could not muster force enough for defence; suspicions of treachery in the garrison, and other symptoms of the wavering nature of her mind, till Sir Nigel felt too truly that if danger did come she would not stay to meet it.

Her wishes ever turned to the sanctuary of St.Duthac in the domains of the Earl of Ross, believing the sanctity of the place would be more effectual protection than the strongest castle and bravest force.

In vain Sir Nigel remonstrated, nay, assured her that the fidelity of the Lord of Ross was impugned; that he doubted his flattering overtures; that he was known to be in correspondence with England.