CHAPTER NINESheena lay on a couch with her eyes closed.
She could feel some of the tension leaving her body and letting her breathe quietly and normally again. The physician had treated her burned feet and bandaged them and now they were covered with a soft silk rug which bore the arms of Scotland.
For the moment she could hardly remember all the terror and panic which had been hers when she thought that she was about to die.
Yet it seemed to her now that never had life been so desirable, so wonderful or quite so exciting and with so much promise.
She remembered how once she had stood with her father watching a company of soldiers marching to battle and, as they passed by, whistling gaily and waving to the crofters who had cheered them on their way, he had said,
“They give their lives
