The plain of Mag Tuired remembers the wrong burial.
A Fir Bolg hurler, dead three thousand years, laid in ground that was never quite his. The rite was close. The intention was good. Close and good are not the same as correct, and the plain has known the difference every day since.
Now someone has come close enough to feel it.
Held Apart ? the second Debt of Moytura novel, for readers who know that the oldest griefs are the ones still looking for the right grave.
