CHAPTER TWELVESomeone was shaking her and rocking her backwards and forwards and for a moment her mind caught at an echo remembering that it had happened to her before.
Then, with an effort so intense that it was actually a physical pain. Sheena came back to consciousness.
It was Maggie who was shaking her and Maggie who had her hands on her shoulders and was saying in a low insistent voice,
“Wake up, ma bairn, wake up! “Tis of import.”
“What is ‒ it, Maggie?”
Sheena tried to say the words drowsily and then heard them coming jerkily from her lips as Maggie continued to shake her into wakefulness.
“God be praised that you’re awake now and in your full senses,” Maggie said, more as if she reassured herself than because she was unduly convinced of it.
“What is the ‒ matter?” Sheena ask
