I awoke this morning to find Dunfallon gone. I shook Rumble and together we looked for him.
His goat was still tethered in the same spot as last night and did not seem to be disturbed by the absence of her master.
We called out for him, but there was no answer. And strange to say, it was unnaturally quiet around about. No bird song.
Again and again our search ended at a nearby pond. The ground thereabouts was marshy and beyond the pond was quite swampy.
Then Rumble said what I was thinking. That we needed to search the swamp for a will’o’the wisp. And our missing friend.