Life and Death Holding Hands

He got away with it all. In the end, it was the damned cows that caught him.

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Every day seemed to move so fast, tumbling like escapees leaping down hills. Wars, successions, famine, the damn English and French fighting some stupid conflict that drew good men away to fight and die on someone else’s shore – all of that was outside his life, outside his concern, outside his ken.

But then, the Black Death was born, and Inis Fál, the island of the stone, began to die.