© Ursula Williams |
Amanda’s scream
echoed through the quarry mightier than thunder, foretelling the death
and destruction to come. Giant rocks broke loose and tumbled downhill,
loosened other rocks on their way, smashing everything in their path and
exploding with a deafening crash. Dust and screams filled the air, and
the ground under Amanda’s feet began to shake and crumble when she felt a
hand tightening around her arm, lifting her high into the sky. Amanda
looked up to thank the Sluagh who had come to her rescue and was amazed
when she saw Ralston's face.
‘You didn’t think of your own escape Mo Chridhe,’ he said with a warm smile and pulled her onto the saddle.
‘But how,’ Amanda sighed, looking at Ralston in bewilderment.
‘Never
mind, Mo Lennan. I’ll tell you later,’ Ralston whispered. He wrapped
his arms around Amanda, pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her.