No Regrets

“You speak blasphemy,” a woman said, Brenna’s accuser.

“And you speak ignorance,” Ciaran said.

“Step away from the body,” Eoghan said.

Ciaran shook his head. “After what you did to her, she deserves one measure of peace, even if all I can give her is a proper burial.”

Eoghan said, “She will be burned. And you – you will be tried.”

“I will be tried, but not fairly, and you know better than to burn me,” Ciaran said. “But if you drown me, you’ll regret it.”

“No man regrets doing what’s right,” Eoghan said.

Ciaran looked at his father and sighed.