CHAPTER 14
Mr Lunan was correct. All three dogs lay together outside the byre, each perforated by a dozen arrows. The dog’s blood had pooled around them and lay in a sticky mess outside the byre.
“Oh, good God in heaven.”
I stared for some time, feeling the pain of each dog. Although Mr Lunan had never named them, each had a distinct character; I knew them as individuals in a way that Mr Lunan could not. I touched each body, feeling the residual warmth. The life force had left them now, so they were merely meat, bone, and rough fur.
“Rest easy, my friends,” I said, but quietly. Nobody would understand my words save the dogs. They would be in whatever afterlife God created for animals that are not as dumb as the humans who maltreat them.
“Dear God; the Sidh will pay for this,” Mr Lunan
