But once, as I lifted me up on my elbow, I seemed to hear a shrill crying as it had been out of the sea, ’Launcelot—Launcelot Kennedy!’ it said. And the crying was most like a woman’s voice. My very blood chilled within me, for the tale of the lass murdered upon the morn of her marriage day was yet in my mind. And I thought of naught less than that her uneasy spirit was now come to visit the man, aged and withered, who sat up there waiting and watching for her coming. Yet why it should cry my name passed my comprehension. It was, therefore, small wonder that I listened long, lying there among the plaids upon the floor. But the night wind soughed and sobbed through the narrow wicket window, and there was no further noise. Thinking that I had dreamed, I laid my head upon the hard pillow and composed me to sleep, but even then I caught as it had been the regular beat of a boat’s oars upon the rullocks. And anon I heard my name cried twice and thrice, ’Launcelot Kennedy! Launcelot Kennedy! Launcelot Kennedy!’ Whereat, with a thrill of horror, I rose, cast the wrappings from me, and, with my naked sword in my hand, I went up to the roof of the castle. The Dominie was sitting with his face turned seaward. He heard me come behind him. Without turning he put out his hand. ’Did you hear it too?’ he said. ’Go below. That which shall come is not for your eyes to see!’ ’But I heard a woman call my name!’ I said. ’I heard it twice and thrice, plain as I hear you speak!’ ’Nay,’ he said, ’not your name—mine!’ And once more we listened together. As for me, I strained my eyes into the darkness so that they ached and were ready to behold anything. I gazed out directly towards the sea, from which the sounds had come; but the Dominie looked along the path which led precariously between the wall of the isle above and the precipice below. Thus we watched as it seemed for hours and hours. Suddenly I heard him draw in his breath with a gasping sound, like that which a man gives when he finds himself unexpectedly in ice-cold water. The twilight of the morning had come a little, and as I looked over his shoulder, lo! there seemed to me as it had been a maid in white coming along the path. I felt my heart stop beating, and I, too, gazed rigidly, for it seemed to me to be Nell Kennedy, coming towards us, robed like an angel. ’She is dead!’ I thought. ’Mayhap the clawed things out of the sea have devoured her, even as they took Mary Torrance!’ But I heard the Dominie say under his breath, ’It is she! It is she!’ For in the moment of terror, when the soul is unmanned, everyone hears with his own ears and sees with his own eyes, according to his own heart’s fantasy. But the figure came ever closer to us, stepping daintily and surely in the dim light. Again I heard the voice which had spoken to me from the sea, and at the sound my very bones quaked within me. ’Launcelot—Launcelot Kennedy!’ it said.