Why? I asked myself.
Why were the Sidh whistling to me? Were they hunting me? Or were they only whistling and nobody else could hear them except me?
The questions filled my head, driving me further towards insanity with every moment. I knew that the Pictish House had given me a partial answer to my questions, and I wondered if there were more answers I could tease out in Kingsinch. I resolved to dig deeper and lever up whatever I could.
* * *
“Has that old chapel got a name?”
“We just called the ruined chapel,” Agnes replied at once. “And the skelp of land it’s on is called Chapelinch.”
“What does Mr Lunan use it for?”
Agnes shrugged. “He doesn’t use it for anything,” she said. “It’s dangerous, so Mr Lunan warned us all to keep clear of it.”
“I see,” I said. “There must be a story
