"The gift?"
"I mean the second sight."
"You believe in that?"
"Well, he foretold his own death."
"Not really?"
"It comes to the same thing. The last night he was at our house he was playing the pipes, and suddenly he stopped and would play no more. Before he left he told my father he had seen himself lying dead beside running water. A week after that they found him dead beside the creek. What would you think?"
"I don't know," Faith admitted. "It's a thin veil, and some may see beyond." She shivered. "I wish you had the second sight yourself. Then you might tell me what to do."
"About what?" he asked.
"Uncle Godfrey has made me an offer for my land, and I don't know whether to accept it or not."
"Will he give you a fair price?"