Aye, that’s guid. Naebody will find ye there." He turned to leave but then hesitated. "Try tae sleep, if ye can, and dinna fash if I’m no’ back at once. I’ll hunt a bit on the way back; we’ve nae food wi’ us, and I dinna want tae attract attention by stoppin’ at a croft. Pull the tartan up o’er yer heid, and make sure it covers yer shift; the white shows for a lang way."