At the foot of the gallows sat Sheena moaning, and swaying herself to her musical and rhythmic keening.
Yes, the Prince's hair—his wedding present to Sheena Macpherson.
My Madoc will be hung to-morrow, as they have hung Sheena's man now.
Sheena heard nothing—she was but returning to consciousness.
Sheena remained where she had been laid—as yet barely conscious.
