The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 19 Page 39

And she pointed at the Andastes.

A dead silence followed, then the girl, horror struck, shrank back, her hands covering her face.

Another sprang forward and cried:

“Sorceress! I dreamed of falling water and a red cloud at sunset hanging like a plume!”

“Water falls, daughter of Mountain Snakes. Every drop you saw was a dead man falling. And the red cloud was red by reason of blood; and the plume was the crest of a war chief.”

“What chief!” said Amochol, turning his deadly eyes on her.

“A Gate-Keeper of the West.”

The shuddering silence was broken by the eager voice of another girl, bounding from her place —