“Has that old chapel got a name?”
“We just called the ruined chapel,” Agnes replied at once. “And the skelp of land it’s on is called Chapelinch.”
“What does Mr Lunan use it for?”
Agnes shrugged. “He doesn’t use it for anything,” she said. “It’s dangerous, so Mr Lunan warned us all to keep clear of it.”
“I see,” I said. “There must be a story behind it.”
“There’s a story behind everything here.” Agnes tried to settle herself comfortably on the bed. “It was about a thousand years ago when King Malcolm the Destroyer was fighting the Vikings. He passed through here and got lost in the Moss.”
“Is that why it was known as the Kings Moss?”
Agnes shrugged. “Probably,” she said. “You know that we’re on an island here in the steading, don’t you? All the flat land, all the fields around us we
