But--I shall not die--even you cannot kill me, till I have
brought that head that is so high to the hempen cord, and delivered
the foul fiend's body to the fires of both earth and hell."
"And the Chancellor Crichton--the tutor Livingston--what of them?"
urged Sholto, like a Scot thinking of his native traitors.
The Lady Sybilla waved a contemptuous hand.
"These are but lesser rascals--they had been nothing without their
master and mine. You of the Douglas house must settle with them."
"And why have you returned to this country of Galloway?" said Sholto.
"And why are you thus alone?"
"I am here," said the Lady Sybilla, "because none can harm me with my
work undone. I travel alone because it suits my mood to be alone,
because my master bade me join him at your town of Kirkcudbright,
whence, this very night, he takes ship for his own country of
Brittany."
"And why do you, if as you say you hate him so, continue to follow
him?"
"Ah, you are simple," she said; "I follow him because it is my fate,
and who can escape his doom? Also, because, as I have said, my work is
not yet done.
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