“Pain and anguish?” Fiona questioned.
The old woman did not speak and she asked after a moment in a voice that trembled,
“Are you saying that – she met her death – violently?”
Again there was silence.
Then at last Granny said,
“Her spirit cries out for vengeance!”
Fiona drew in her breath.
She was afraid of her own thoughts and now she wished that she had not asked questions.
The old woman seemed to sink into her chair. Her eyes were closed, almost as if she had fallen asleep.
“I think I must go now,” Fiona said.
She felt, when Granny opened her eyes, as if the old woman had come back to her from a very long way away, from another world that she could not enter.
“I was listenin’, as I’ve listened afore, to her Ladyship cryin’ for mercy,” she said. “She received none and ‘vengean
