‘Time and Space are for children,’ her grandmother used to say, forgetting that she was talking to a child. ‘Angels exist in a way it is impossible for us to imagine — without Time or Space.’
‘Do they hear us if we call to them?’ Mairi had asked.
‘They have no ears. They cannot hear words.’
‘If we want to call on their help — how do we do it?’
‘We feel it in our heart. We yearn for it in our soul.’
‘Sometimes I have done that and they have not come.’
‘Perhaps they have — but you have not recognised them.’
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Suddenly one of the dogs who had followed them all the way from Uig broke away from them — following a hare that was leaping and bouncing off the heather. The other dogs instantly set up a tremendous show of barking and went running after him. Kenneth’s two friends, bored
