And as she went the eyes of the Lady Sybilla were fixed on the distant hills which hid the sea.
So, leaving Sholto standing by the lakeside with bowed head and abased sword, the strange woman went her way to work out her appointed task.
But ere the Lady Sybilla disappeared among the trees, she turned and spoke once more.
"I have but one counsel, Sir Knight.

Think no more of your master.

Let the dead bury their dead.

Ride to Thrieve and never once lose sight of her whom you call your sweetheart, nor yet of her charge, Margaret Douglas, the Maid of Galloway, till the snow falls and winter comes upon the land.".