“Poor, wee Katie. Such a pretty lass with all that long black hair, and such a sweet girl too. Hard to believe anyone would want her dead.” “I’m sure ’twas an accident,” Aulay said, surprised that she’d think otherwise. “A stray arrow from a hunter.” Mavis turned to peer at him with amazement. “A stray arrow from a hunter? She was shot just as they reached the drawbridge. What hunting would anyone be doing there?”
