The crowd murmured once again, jostling and pushing closer to catch a better view. Geillis stretched out both hands, palms facing outward as if to keep them at bay. "Stay back!" Her clear voice cracked like a whip, demanding obedience. Tilting her head back to the sky, she froze as if listening intently. "Hear!" she cried out. "Hear the wind o" his comin'! Beware, fowk o" Cranesmuir! For my Master approaches on the wings o" the wind!"