CHAPTER 10
The air was sweet, without any of the foul, stale stenches I would expect so far underground. I smelled dog again, and something else.
“Helloa?” I lifted the lantern and allowed the yellow glow to pool inside the chamber. The walls were of dressed stone, perfectly fitted so not a trace of moisture entered from outside. A wooden cross embellished one of the walls, with a twisted red cord holding the crosspiece in place, and on the furthest wall, crouching before the intrusion of my light, was a small, entirely n***d woman with huge eyes and pendulous, misshapen breasts.
“Dear God in Heaven,” I breathed. “What have they done to you?”
Peter’s story was accurate. Either Mr Lunan had imprisoned his wife here, or this unfortunate woman was one of the Sidh. However terrible her cri
