Chapter ThirteenWe stood halfway down the slope that led to Penrioch and Tigh-na-Beiste, with the bogland glittering in the weak sunshine and the bubbling call of a curlew melancholic above the constant hum of insects.
The long trek across Bein a Ghlo had calmed Charlie a little although she was still not herself. 'You won't leave me?'
'No, we won't' Lorna said. 'We'll stick together all the way home.' She nodded to the west where purple clouds bruised the sky. 'There's heavy weather coming, so we had better keep moving.'
'It's all right, Charlie.' I said. 'I'm keeping watch for any men. We'll be back at the inn around dusk.'
Charlie nodded. 'Christine,' she said. 'I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday.'
'That's all right, Charlie,' Christine accepted the apology with the magnanimity I
