He cleared his throat. “Well now, lad, what we appear to have here is a goblin who has been in a fight.” He looked down at the corpse, and then to Feeney. “Perhaps you would care to tell me what you see?” Feeney was one step away from trembling. “Well, sir, I surmise that it is dead, sir.” “And how do you deduce this, please?” “Er, its head isn’t attached to its body, sir?”
