The man hastily closed his helmet, and, speaking through the clasped steel, for the first time she heard his voice; it sounded, hollow and decisive; he bade her prepare to accompany Lord Soulis in a journey to the south.
Helen looked at her shackled arms, and despairing of effecting her escape by any effort of her own, she thought that gaining time might be some advantage; and allowing the man to take her hand, while Macgregor supported her on the other side, they led her out of the cave.

She observed the latter smiled significantly at his wife.

"Oh!" cried she, "to what am I betrayed?
Unhand me! Leave me!" Almost fainting with dread, she leaned against the arm of the stranger.
Thunder now peaked over her head, and lightning shot across the mountains.

She looked up: "Merciful Heaven!" cried she, in a voice of deep horror; "send down thy bolt on me!" At that moment Soulis, mounted on his steed, approached, and ordered her to be put into the litter.

Incapable of contending with the numbers which surrounded her, she allowed them to execute their master's commands.