“Mandy’s the farthest out, aye?” she said. “As far as I can reach. The youngest girl of Mam’s blood. Let her take it on, then.” He swallowed, hard. “I will,” he said, and closed his hand over the beads, warm from his sister’s touch, warm with her prayers. “I swear, sister.” “Well, I ken that, clot-heid,” she said, smiling up at him. “Come and help me catch these goats.”
