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weighed very little.
    ‘Is there a connection?’ he asked, inclining his head towards the bodies beyond.
    ‘Perhaps. Perhaps not.’
    Fidelma took the torc back from his hands and placed it carefully in her marsupium , the satchel which hung at her waist.
    ‘Whether there is or not, one thing is certain; it had not lain here long for it is too bright and newly polished. A second thing is certain: it belonged to a warrior of some quality.’
    ‘A warrior of Muman?’
    She shook her head negatively.
    ‘There is a subtle difference in the designs used by the artists of Muman and those of other kingdoms,’ she explained. ‘I would say this torc was crafted among the men of Ulaidh, somewhere in the north.’
    She was about to turn away from the spot when she appeared to notice something else. A grim look of satisfaction crossed her features.
    ‘Here is proof of your assertion, Eadulf,’ she announced, pointing.
    He moved across to examine the ground. There was a muddy patch in an otherwise stony landscape from which the gorse grew irregularly. He could see that this area was criss-crossed with ruts.
    ‘This shows that the bodies were brought here on wagons. See the deeper ruts? Also the ones that are not so deep? The deeper ruts indicate the heavily loaded wagons and those that are not deep show them after the bodies were offloaded.’
    She stared at the markings and walked along them for a short distance. Then she halted reluctantly.
    ‘We cannot follow them now. Our first priority is to complete our journey to Gleann Geis.’ She stared in the direction the tracks led. ‘The tracks seem to come from the north, they are difficult to follow over the stony ground. I would say that they came from beyond those hills.’
    She extended her arm to indicate where she meant. For a moment she stood undecided before turning to survey the ever-growing
horde of impatiently chattering crows and ravens with distaste.
    ‘Well, there is little enough we can do for these poor devils. We do not have the time, nor strength, nor tools to afford them a proper burial. But perhaps God created scavengers for just such a purpose.’
    ‘At least we should say prayers for the dead, Fidelma,’ Eadulf protested.
    ‘Say your prayer, Eadulf, and I will add my amen to it. But we should leave as soon as we may.’
    Sometimes Eadulf felt that Fidelma took the religious part of her life less seriously than she took her duties as an advocate of the law. He gave her a disapproving glance before he turned and blessed the circle of bodies before him and began to intone in Saxon:

    ‘Dust, earth and ashes is our strength,
Our glory frail and vain;
From earth we come, to earth at length
We must return again.
When in life we feed on flesh of beasts,
of fowls and divers fish;
But in death for crawling worms
Ourselves become a dish.’

    Suddenly, two large crows, more courageous than their fellows, rose in the air and then fell on one of the bodies, sinking their claws into the pale flesh. Eadulf swallowed, left aside his verseful prayer and muttered a quick blessing for the repose of the souls of the young men before backing hurriedly away.
    Fidelma had untied their mounts from the bush where Eadulf had left them and was now holding the fretful horses. The animals were unnerved not only by the stench of corruption but by the ravenous chorusing of the birds as they set to. He mounted as she did and they began to ride away.
    ‘As soon as we are able, I want to return to this spot and follow those tracks to see if we may learn something further,’ she announced, glancing over her shoulder to the distant hills.
    Eadulf shuddered.
    ‘Is that wise?’
    Fidelma pouted.
    ‘Wisdom has little to do with it.’ Then she smiled. ‘By my reckoning, we are only a short ride away from Gleann Geis. It lies beyond these next hills, westward there across this valley. We will
see what Laisre has to say. If he maintains that he knows nothing then we can swiftly conclude