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that gave it away. 
                  “I am trying to tell you that I was standing in front of some st range, oversized slabs of rocks during a raging storm while my friend rambled on about magic and spells, and the next thing I knew I was careening through empty air and woke up cold, naked, and lying in the midst of a group of potential murderers!  And all you are worried about is my relationship to the Professor ?!” 
    She looked quite breath taking with her hands on her hips, chin out in defiance while her green eyes were bright with anger.  She looked like she could have set the devil himself on fire.  He might just keep her.  He smiled in spite of himself.
                  He did not know quite what to make of her tale other than that it was quite a tall one, but that she believed it to be tru e.  The stones, however, had piqued his interest.  He would have to make mention of them to Mac , the local priest and lifelong friend .  He was always reading and playing with what he called, “experiments.”
                  Leith sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.  “Lass, do not get yerself worked into lather .  While I do not fully believe you, I believe that you believe you.  As long as you are a virgin when we wed, I do not mind that you had a male friend. ” 
    She opened her mouth to speak, or yell he thought, and wondered if he had ever seen a person purse their lips together so tight.  He held up his hand to silence her. 
    “Now, lass.  I am not accusing ye of lying.  I just do not know what to make of it all.  I agree you are different and from a place not near here, but that is all.  Perhaps you are not my intended bride,” he leaned closer to her, “but until proven otherwise, that is what you are now and will remain until I am persuaded otherwise.   Do ye ken? ” 

Chapter 4
                  Leith made his way slowly through the compound.  His brow was deeply furrowed , his eyes distant.  His people knew to avoid him when he had that look about him.  As he walked to the dwelling of the local priest, Father MacDonald, he mulled over the enticing, albeit strange, conversation he had had with his intended bride.  She seemed so earnest in her explanation to him that he had a difficult time discounting it.  But traveling to a different century ?  Bah.  The next thing would be that people from her land could fly to the moon.  Mac might be able to help sort this out.
                  He walked through the heavy wooden doors that opened into the building that served as the church for townspeople.  At the back of the building, off to the side , was a smaller door that led to the tiny apartments occupied by the priest.  Leith did not knock, just strode in.  Even as a child, he had always just barged in, never giving thought that the priest might enjoy some privacy.  After all, Leith had thought, he was a priest and should be available to his people at all times.  This was one of those times.
                  Mac looked up from the book he was reading, and smiled.  “Leith !   How good of you to visit.  Sit.”  He made to get up and pour some ale , but Leith waved him back.
                  “Do not trouble yourself, old friend.  I need to discuss something with you.”   He paused.  If he did not trust the priest who had served not only him, but his father before him, he might give pause as to broaching the subject of his strange bride-to-be.  “It is the woman.”  He let out a deep breath.
                  The priest smiled.  “I was wondering about her.” 
    He waved to the chair opposite him and Leith sank down in it.  “I heard she is…different…than we might have expected.”
                  Leith smiled.  “Y e have no idea, Mac.” 
    The two h ad known each other all of the L aird’s life.  Father MacDonald had advised Leith’s father on many