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what ye are doing isna working, why do ye keep doing it? Why not try something new? Ye have trod upon the soil of Mull long enough. Follow yer heart. Seek yer passion, and there ye will find yer future.”
    â€œSo, this is my big moment? My time to ‘strut and fret my hour upon the stage and then be heard no more,’ as Shakespeare said?”
    â€œEiridh ton air uisge balbh.”
    â€œYou know I don’t speak Gaelic. A translation is needed.”
    â€œA wave will rise on quiet water.”
    â€œSince you are being frank, I feel I have to be honest. I never expected you to show yourself around me after I left Màrrach. You were always Isobella’s sidekick, not mine, and to be frank, you were never very nice to me.”
    â€œAhhh, the scornful words of the sour grape variety.”
    â€œOf late, all my grapes seem to be sour,” she said, sounding pathetically woeful even to her ears.
    â€œEverything at its appointed time, lass,” he said, and then he laughed and said again, “Everything at its appointed time. Dinna be so eager to get the bit between yer teeth. ’Twas Isobella’s moment in the sun and shadows, not yours.”
    She clapped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes suspiciously before she said, “For having been born in the thirteenth century, you have an amazing vocabulary.”
    â€œI dinna spend all my time moldering.”
    Her brows went up. “Oh? Do you sit in on college courses?”
    â€œAye, I have from time to time. And I have been known to visit libraries, but I dinna check oot books.”
    She laughed heartily and thought it had been a while since she had done so. How she wished the laughter in her heart would last, but no one was that fortunate.
    â€œFaith! ’Tis a relief, lass, to hear yer laughter. I was beginning to think I would have to camp oot her for a few days to accomplish that. Ye are no’ as quick to bring to humor as yer sister.”
    â€œIsobella is the muse of laughter in our family.”
    â€œâ€™Twould not hurt ye to pick up a bit o’ it.”
    Her glum spirits were returning, and with a certain curiosity. “I hope Ronan does not suffer still.”
    â€œLike ye, he has accepted his fate, and he understands that ye are both innocent in this matter.”
    Her head jerked around and she eyed him suspiciously. “Did you cause this to happen?”
    â€œNae, I didna.”
    â€œDid you know it would happen?”
    â€œAye.”
    â€œI don’t suppose it was something you could change.”
    â€œNay, lass. Would that I could, but I canna change yer destiny.”
    She frowned and asked, “Well, can’t you ease the pain of it a wee bit?”
    â€œI have been trying to do so for the past half hour.”
    She laughed. “Apparently, it’s working.”
    â€œWeel, working wi’ ye is more like the tide—it comes in and it goes oot. And so ye are off for Soutra Aisle. ’Tis a good choice ye ha’ made, for yer medical skills are sorely needed. Many a babe in the Highlands is afflicted with the coughing sickness ye call whooping cough.”
    â€œBelieve me… I will be more than glad to return to medicine.”
    â€œYe may not feel that way fer long.”
    â€œIf you mean I will be busy, that’s wonderful! I’m glad to know I’m headed in the right direction.”
    â€œAnd now that ye realize that yer world isna going to end in the near future, I will bid ye adieu.”
    â€œWill you visit me at Soutra Aisle?”
    â€œMayhap, I will…”
    â€œBut what if…”
    Before she could finish her sentence, he mounted his great black charger and turned away, just as his image began to shimmer and grow dim. A moment later, she saw the outline of a knight on a great black horse riding down the beach until it was absorbed into the sunlight.
    The only reminder that he had been here at all was a lovely