“What is it woman? the young man had said in an abrupt tone. It was not that he disliked the old woman she had been part of the clan for as long as anyone could remember but of late she had been warning the highlanders not to take to the field of battle for surely the last great hope of Scotland was doomed according to her.
This everyone counted as strange as she had never said anything before this time and her propacies always seemed good before.
Looking up the old woman looked up and said Angus Mac Gieviy I tell you this home will not see you in this lifetime again for you are doomed to die and change live again but that life is not life you will not be alive but others will see you and you will know that even as you walk among the living you will be dead your soul is lost to the dark one” she concluded.
Away with you old woman yea are mad as a cow that has been smitten with the moon on midsummers eve the young man said.
“You will see the truth of my words she said as he motioned his horse and began moving down the road with the group of clansmen that he would lead to the battlefield. The old woman stood watching them disappear down the road before making the sign of the cross and turning once more to the village in the valley.
Now as he lay dying the old hags’ words came back to him he shivered and felt the approach of death fast in coming to take him away.
Just at the moment there was a rustling and the figures cloaked in night those of crones who follow armies arrived at his side.
Much to his surprised he was lifted bodily up into the arms of several of these strange women and carried through the night and placed in box on a wagon.
Angus Mac Gieviy passed away his last thoughts as a living man wondering who his strange deliverers were ….
If he but knew.
This thought would continue to haunt him down the centuries.