“Aye.” Mhairi stretched her back. “There were, and there will be again. The Gaels will return after the great desolation has passed.”I did not ask for details. Mhairi lived her life on the misted border between this world and another. She intrigued me, yet she was as wary of companionship as I was.
I did not ask for details. Mhairi lived her life on the misted border between this world and another. She intrigued me, yet she was as wary of companionship as I was.In the spring and early summer, we planted potatoes under the vast skies of Caithness and along Ross"s fertile east coast. We were working before dawn set the sea silver and worked until the sun slid behind the blue-grey granite hills of the west. Yet I was not unhappy. I had food and shelter, and the company did not seek to intrud
