Here was Mother Binning's cot, and here he dismounted, fastening the horse to the ash-tree.

Mother Binning was outdoors, gathering herbs in her apron.
* * * * * She straightened herself as he stepped toward her.

"Eh, laird of Glenfernie, ye gave me a start! I thought ye came out of the ground by the ash-tree!...

Wound is healed, and life runs on to another springtime ?" "Yes, it's another springtime....

I do not think that I believe in scrying, Mother Binning.