“How deep is the water in the fields?” Andrew asked as we gathered around the kitchen table the next day.
Mr Lunan frowned. “I’m not sure,” he said. “It covers the fail dykes.”
“The fail dykes are five feet high,” Dougie said, “so the floodwater is more than that. What are you thinking, Andy?”
“I’m thinking that the path is higher than the fields,” Andrew said.
“You mean to follow the path out,” I said.
“That’s right.” Andrew nodded. “Why stay here, waiting for the Sidh to come to us. Why don’t we get away?” He glanced at Mr Lunan. “I don’t mean to desert you, Mr Lunan; I want to make sure our baby, and Agnes, are safe.”
“Ellen had better go too,” Mrs Lunan said, “if the Sidh want her, she’s safer away from here.”
“We should have taken the dogcart when we had horses,” Jim said, winc
