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Men without a purpose tend to mope and complain, while men with a job can work every hour God sends, toiling cheerfully whatever the conditions. The men at Kingsinch were like that, working with a will to dispel their anger at Andrew’s death.
“Thirteen,” Jim said in a hushed tone. “There were thirteen arrows in Andrew. We took them out.”
“I want him buried properly,” Agnes said. “In a graveyard in Meigle.”
“We’ll do that,” Mrs Lunan said. “But we can’t leave him in the farmhouse, so we’ll place him underground here first.”
Agnes agreed that was best, and the men dug a shallow grave, lowered Andrew inside and filled it up, with Mr Lunan reading some passages from the Bible as the men placed the largest boulders they could find over the grave.
“We don’t want the Sidh digging him
