A single hiss as the package flew through the air, a hard slap as it hit the surface, then a brief, rippling circle as it plunged down.
Then nothing: the loch was as still as if it had never been.
I gave a single, loud, angry cry. A flurry of birds lifted from the trees around me, disturbed by unusual human noise. They wheeled overhead, wings spread in a pattern of feathers and fuss, their calls a clamour of complaint.
I stood and watched, silently challenging their disapproval. I had as much right as they did to be here—maybe more.
I’d been summoned…………………..