Chapter Fourteen'Poor Charlie,' Christine said.
I lay on the ground at the eastern side of the peat bog with mud caking me from my waist to the soles of my feet, still shocked by Charlie's death and my own escape.
'Poor Charlie,' Christine repeated. 'I remember her saying how much she hated that bog.'
'An Cailleach has taken three of us,' I said. 'Please God she is satisfied now, and the rest of us can escape.'
Lorna sat on the ground with her head in her hands. 'Oh my God, what a horrible way to go. Three good women, all killed on a Scottish hill. What next? What will I tell their relatives?'
'The truth,' I said. 'You can only tell them the literal truth. Kate fell into the lochan in the dark, Mary fell off the saddle and Charlie wandered into the bog.'
Christine lay on her side, st
