I smile wryly and nod. "Yes, that sounds just like Thisby," I say. The day hasn't really started but I doubt today will be idle in any way.

The idea of grabbing a whole lamb carcass is suddenly a very odd thing to consider even though I know that's the job I've taken. Sternly, I tell myself that there's no reason to fuss, especially if I plan to love a man who rides one of the capaill uisce. I march myself over the rack and heft one. It's heavy, but smaller than a bale of hay.

"All right. Let's start."