Will you do something for me, Iris? – Aye. – At noon on the fourth of December every year, will you come to Castlehill and bring me a rose? Will you lay it down and say, This is a rose for Geillis Duncan, who held my hand and made me smile and left this world long before me and was my friend a long, long time ago? – Aye, I will. – A rose – grey as the whisper of a tornado? – What other!
