The roar came from behind me. I had all but forgotten Mr Lunan, Dougie, and Agnes in the few minutes, or was it a few hours – since we had left them. I do not know how they found their way through the nightmare of passages to reach us.
“The rowan crosses woke them,” Jock said.
Now Mr Lunan led a mad, suicidal charge against the gathered Sidh. Mr Lunan fired his shotgun, blasting two of the Sidh into a mass of blood and bone, fired the second barrel and ran forward. Dougie was at his side, brandishing his pike like a hero of old.
“Agnes! No!” I shouted as Agnes followed, screaming, and waving her arms in the air.
The Sidh warriors gave way, stepping back, and then the arrows began. Each one was small, too light to kill a man through his clothing, but there were so many that the cumulati
