‘There’s a devil in you, Tomas Piety,’ Enaid said. ‘There always has been, and there’s no blaming the war for it. I remember how you were, even as a lad. You were twelve years old when you came to my house in the dead of night with your little brother at your side and you said “Da’s dead”, and there was no sorrow on your face.’ No, there wouldn’t have been.
