The strength of youth is like a branch of yew, for if it is bent it soon straightens.  By the third day I was on my feet again, with only the stiffness of healing wounds to remind me of those desperate passages.  When I could look about me I found that men had arrived from the Rappahannock, and among them Elspeth’s uncle, who had girded on a great claymore, and looked, for all his worn face and sober habit, a mighty man of war.  With them came news of the rout of the Cherokees, who had been beaten by Nicholson’s militia in Stafford county and driven down the long line of the Border, paying toll to every stockade.  Midway Lawrence had fallen upon them and driven the remnants into the hills above the head waters of the James.  It would be many a day, I thought, before these gentry would bring war again to the Tidewater.  The Rappahannock men were in high feather, convinced that they had borne the brunt of the invasion.  ’Twas no business of mine to enlighten them, the more since of the three who knew the full peril, Shalah was gone and Ringan was dead.  My tale should be for the ear of Lawrence and the Governor, and for none else.  The peace of mind of Virginia should not be broken by me.

Grey came to me on the third morning to say good-bye.  He was going back to the Tidewater with some of the Borderers, for to stay longer with us had become a torture to him.  There was no ill feeling in his proud soul, and he bore defeat as a gentleman should.

“You have fairly won, Mr. Garvald,” he said.  “Three nights ago I saw clearly revealed the inclination of the lady, and I am not one to strive with an unwilling maid.  I wish you joy of a great prize.  You staked high for it, and you deserve your fortune.  As for me, you have taught me much for which I owe you gratitude.  Presently, when my heart is less sore, I desire that we should meet in friendship, but till then I need a little solitude to mend broken threads.”

There was the true gentleman for you, and I sorrowed that I should ever have misjudged him.  He shook my hand in all brotherliness, and went down the glen with Bertrand, who longed to see his children again.

Elspeth remained, and concerning her I fell into my old doubting mood.  The return of my strength had revived in me the passion which had dwelt somewhere in my soul from, the hour she first sang to me in the rain.  She had greeted me as girl greets her lover, but was that any more than the revulsion from fear and the pity of a tender heart?  Doubts oppressed me, the more as she seemed constrained and uneasy, her eyes falling when she met mine, and her voice full no longer of its frank comradeship.

One afternoon we went to a place in the hills where the vale of the Shenandoah could be seen.  The rain had gone, and had left behind it a taste of autumn.  The hill berries were ripening, and a touch of flame had fallen on the thickets.

Soon the great valley lay below us, running out in a golden haze to the far blue mountains.