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occasions including battles and war tactics, political dealings with the Q ueen , and had even dabbled in the knowledge of the stars.  He was there to help with the healing of the townspeople as well attending the birth of Leith himself.  They had a familiarity that was almost familial.
                  “She claims that she is not my intended and that she comes from the future.”  There …he said it.  Damn the absurdity of it all.  Even now to his own ears, it was beyond being sane.  He met the astounded stare and open mouth of Mac without wavering.  “I swear that is what she claims.  Although she seems quite sane, ” he added hastily. He did not want to put this woman out just because her faculties might be slightly disturbed.
                  Mac looked out the small window he was sitting next to and was thoughtful for a long moment.  Then he turned to Leith and said, “Tell me, in detail, all that she said.” 
    When Leith had relayed everything to the old man he sighed.  “And that is all.  I left her in the castle and came here.  What do y e make of it all, Mac ?  I know y e have read and reread all of these blasted books that you beseech me to purchase, because I know how y e are always thirsting for knowledge.  Do y e have any thoughts about this?”
                  The old man ran his hand through his shoulder length white and wiry hair.  His bushy brows formed a frown.  He suddenly raised himself out of his chair with the vigor of a much younger man and walked straight to a book that he pulled off the shelf and opened to a particular page.  After scanning several pages, he exclaimed, “Ah ha!”
                  Leith looked over his shoulder.  Mac turned around and bounced off of him.  “I ha te it when you do that,” he said bluntly . 
    Leith smiled.  “What have y e found?”
                  Mac pointed to a picture in the opened book.  “Did she say the stones looked like this?”  He was excited but tried to hide it.  The woman may have found the missing stones!  This odd woman may be here to fulfill the prophecy from long ago.  He never did quite believe it, but his grandfather had.  He had searched the world, he said, in the hopes of discovering these magical monoliths but had died without ever doing so. 
                  “ Do you remember the legend, my boy?  The story that I told you when you were a boy?”  Leith shook his head.  “The legend!  The missing stones!  I told you, as I told your father before you when he was a lad, the story of the stones that held such magic, such power as to be able to close the gap between future and the past.  Surely you have not forgotten?”  He laid a boney hand on Leith’s arm and squeezed. 
    Leith realized that perhaps his old friend was probably more hurt that he did not quite remember the story than anything else.  “I remember, but only vaguely.” 
                  Mac took his seat and motioned for Leith to retake his.  He held the book to his chest as if someone might steal it from him.  His watery blue eyes, much darker in his younger years, stared out the window but went beyond seeing the lush green hillside.  “I will tell you the story again.  Pay attention, my dear boy.  This woman may be the key to our destiny.”
     
                  Leith had known about the legend since he was a child.  It was nothing more than a simple myth told by elders to entertain little children.  He had always know n who his father was, that he had married Leith’s mother less than an hour after meeting her and loved her until the day he died, that he, being the eldest son of the laird, would follow in his footsteps.  He put his faith in what he knew and could see and could feel.  The legend was none of those things.  He took a deep breath.
                  Mac stared at Leith over the large book.  “You know