In Search of the Past (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

for. I fully understand you have no way of knowing how and what I feel.”
    “I take it this was Dun-Raven castle, the one in your dream,” Doctor McLeod said softly. He felt he must tread carefully, she was very protective of her dream.
    “Yes, yes it was,” Stacey said with a deep sigh. “It’s amazing what seven centuries have done to it.”
    After a few minutes of wandering around, they sat down on grassy foundation stones.  Stacey talked and this time he really listened and took her dream seriously. She told him of seventy five years of memories in this place and of the loss of a husband, children, grand-children and well loved friends. When she was finished, she asked, “Doctor McLeod, how could I have dreamed a lifetime in three days?  I know it can’t be real, but why do I have these memories of another person’s life and who was she?
    Annie suggested, it might be a past life experience. Do you think that’s possible?”  Stacey pulled her jacket tighter around her as the wind picked up and swirled about her. She had an eerie feeling she couldn’t explain.
    “I don’t know, lass, I truly don’t know.” When he saw her shivering he took her hand in his and said, “The brain is an amazing and enigmatic organ. We know so much and yet we know so little.”
    Stacey smiled at him for the very first time. What an amazing feeling that gave him. He felt like his heart was flip, flopping, as if it was going to jump out of his chest. Shane patted her hand, smiled and asked, “Do you fancy a ride to the village to see what we can find out and have some lunch?  All this time travel has made me hungry.”
    Stacey gave him a half smile and said, “Sure, why not, but first I wanna’ check on something.” Stacey walked around the grounds looking through the vines and rubble. She took a sharp stick and dug down a few inches. “This place has been burned at one time or another. I wonder why they have never excavated here.”
    Stacey picked up some charred pieces of stone, wood and pottery and put them in a small plastic bag in her shoulder bag.
    “What are you going to do with those?” Doctor McLeod asked.
    “I’m gonna’ have them carbon dated for a date that the fire happened when I get back to school.  Are you ready to go find a place to eat now?”
    “Absolutely,” he said. “you lead the way.”
    They took a short cut that Stacey knew across the river. The village looked nothing like she remembered it except for the tannery. Even the name had changed. When they were at the castle ruins, Stacey could see that the old village of Raventhrop and the old Norman church were no longer there. Now it was just a meadow with sheep grazing. Stacey wondered, what happened to the church where the
    Fitz-Morgans were all entombed in the crypt?  She didn’t say anything to Doctor McLeod, but thought about it a lot on the way to the village on the other fork of the river.
    They looked for a place to eat and found, ‘ The Copper Kettle.’ It reminded Stacey of small town diners in America. “The name doesn’t sounds very appetizing,” Doctor McLeod said. “but we’ll try it anyway. Sometimes names are deceiving around here.”
    They went in and sat at the counter to eat. Many people gave them curious looks. Most of them were looking at Stacey.  It wasn’t everyday that a beautiful young woman came in dressed in western boots, jeans, white shirt and a denim jacket with her striking auburn hair in a French braid.
    When they had finished eating, Doctor McLeod excused himself to go to the loo. As he started back toward her, he stopped and was mesmerized. Stacey was sitting on the stool comfortably waiting for him. She was leaning back with both her elbows on the counter watching people go by outside. She had her right foot on the stool rail and the other on the
    floor. Before he rejoined her, a woman with a little boy about five or six went by. The little fellow pulled away from his mum, looked up at Stacey and