“Come on.” Peter pulled me away from the byre.
“You weren’t long.” Mrs Lunan looked at me through suspicious eyes.
“They’re all dead,” I said.
“Who’s all dead?” Mr Lunan asked.
“The cows,” I said, speaking as though in a daze, for in truth the sight had shocked me more than anything else I had seen in Kingsinch.
“What do you mean, dead? I’ll see about that!” Mrs Lunan stormed out of the house as if her hot temper had some magic quality of restoring life. She was back in minutes, looking as stunned as I felt.
“The girl’s right,” Mrs Lunan said. “They’re all dead. All of them.”
Mr Lunan looked up from the table. He had barely stirred since discovering the death of his dogs. “The Sidh,” he said.
“The Sidh,” I repeated.
“Get the boys to check the stables,” Mr Lunan spoke offhandedly a
