Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
‘Quite. So why would Fred be so secretive about something that sounds quite beautiful to me? I like the sound of worshipping nature, isn’t that what a lot of peace-loving people around the world still do?’
‘Yes, communities have done it for centuries, but have always been victimised for it, which is probably why Fred was less than willing to share the information.’
‘Right, so let’s get this straight: Mary was part of the group?’
‘She was the High Priestess.’
‘Run that by me again,’ Kelly said. Rob stopped eating.
‘Every group has a High Priest and a High Priestess who run it. They shouldn’t be a couple themselves – as Mary and Fred weren’t. It just means they’ve had more experience and training than the others.’
‘So, Mary was a leader? Did anyone stand to gain from taking that title away from her?’
‘I can’t think of anyone, and, as you know, everybody respected and admired her. But there is one person that I thought had left the area a long time ago, who Mary upset.’
Kelly glanced at Rob. They both sat up a little taller. Rob put down his half eaten biscuit. ‘Go on,’ said Kelly.
‘It’s a long story,’ said Joe.
‘You have our attention,’ Kelly said.
‘I was thinking about joining Fred’s group. Annie was less convinced but agreed to learn more about it. I work in nature, I see it all about me. I think that the basic mores of what Fred and Mary put across were quite beautiful, and it all makes sense to me. Everything revolves around seasons: light and dark.’
‘Light and dark?’
‘Yes, the science and awe of the cycle of the year. So, the beginning of the year is in February, when the ewes first lactate for the spring lambs. From then on, the nights get shorter and the days get longer. Life returns to the land.’
Kelly thought that Joe was doing an excellent job of explaining it all. His passion was infectious. It’s just she couldn’t see how it all might be relevant yet. She listened. Rob started on another biscuit.
‘However, there was an old member of the group who created tension, and there was a strong belief that he might not have had the purest of souls. He portrayed himself as a moral rod, the leader in many ways, and it upset Fred and made the group somewhat lopsided, if you know what I mean. He unsettled people. He brought imbalance.’
‘So why was he allowed to join?’ Kelly asked.
‘Because he was in a relationship with Mary. I didn’t know the details but they were an odd pairing. He was stern and mysterious, and she was meek and gentle. It turns out that he was actually married and Mary ended the relationship. He was asked to leave the group but said some pretty awful things before he did.’
‘Like what?’