“Dinna mind it, a bràthair,” she said softly. “He had a good death, and you with him at the end.” “How would you know it was a good death?” Emotion made him speak more roughly than he meant, but she only blinked once, and then her face settled again. “Ye told me, eejit,” she said dryly. “Several times. D’ye not recall that?” He stared at her for a moment, uncomprehending. “I told ye? How? I dinna ken what happened.”
