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Post by Tim on Jun 2, 2020 23:40:13 GMT -5
We at the end now?
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 3, 2020 6:04:06 GMT -5
No, stay tuned
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 3, 2020 7:21:13 GMT -5
Chapter 45
Spring 1745
"Papa, tell me story", begged the little redhaired girl.
Cliff chuckled, setting down his bow and arrow, as his daughter climbed onto his lap. "What story you wanna hear, Penny?", he asked, stroking her hair.
"I wanna hear the monster", she giggled.
"Well, once upon a time, there was a monster called Black Sabbath. They were four guys who made the heaviest, loudest music ever. They scared everyone, parents, Jesus freaks, everyone. They thought Black Sabbath was evil, but we knew better. It was a good monster, they made the best music ever", he said, a gleam in his eyes. "And who were the monster?", he asked.
Penny giggled, her green eyes thoughtful. "Ozzy, Tony, Geezer, and Bill", she said proudly.
"Correct, and what is your favorite song?", he asked.
"Iron Man! Play Iron Man, Papa", she pleaded.
Morag observed the scene, smiling at them. "Aye, I shall like to see this Black Sabbath monster. It doesna sound that scary", she laughed.
"They scared a lot of people when I was a kid", he chuckled, finding his guitar and playing the opening notes of Iron Man. Penny grinned, starting to dance on unsteady legs. Cliff sang the lyrics, smiling as his daughter danced.
Morag applauded when they finished. "Aye, ye are very good, Cliff", she praised. "Do ye think our son will have yer skill?", she asked, rubbing her pregnant belly.
"Morag, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet. And yeah, maybe. I mean, Penny loves music already, maybe she can become a musician when she grows up", he mused aloud.
"Are women musicians in yer time?", she asked.
"Yeah, it's not weird at all. But they mostly sing, even though some play piano or something", he replied.
After Axel's confession, they had all told the women their secret. They had promised their families that they would accompany them back to the future, when and if it did occur.
"Aye, Penny does have talent, it would be a shame to let it go to waste", sighed Morag, going back to her cooking.
James and Liam returned home after spending the day fishing. A string of fish was slung over Liam's shoulder, a flush on his cheeks.
Liam had grown from a gawky, awkward boy into a tall, strapping young man. He was now sixteen years old, tall and muscular, long blond hair framing a stern, yet handsome face. Cool blue eyes peered out from his tan face, his expression thoughtful.
"We sure caught a lot of fish, eh Liam?", teased James.
"Aye, Papa James. Jeanie will be glad", he chuckled.
"Yeah, and you can't wait to see Sorcha tonight", he teased, as Liam turned bright red.
"Aye. I hope to wed her when I have enough coin", he said, a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Yeah, I remember you said you didn't like girls, and now you're courting", he chuckled.
They arrived at their house, as a little blond boy ran up to them. "Papa!", he cried, running into James' arms.
James scooped him up, hugging his son. "We caught plenty of fish, Parlan. How's your Mom and sister doing?" he asked.
"Mama fine, Alanna sleeping", he said, his blue eyes wide.
"Hello, nephew. We caught fish for supper. Ye glad to see your Uncle Liam?", he chuckled.
Parlan giggled. "Yes, Uncle Liam", he said, hugging him.
James walked into the house, smiling when he saw Jeanie. She was seated at the table, kneeding dough for bread. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun, her nose and cheeks dusted with flour.
"Hello darlin'. Me and Liam caught a lot of fish. How's my two favorite girls doing?", he drawled.
"Alanna is sleeping, James. Let me go check on her", she said, leading him to the room.
Alanna was sleeping peacefully in her crib, a tiny smile on her face. She was a pink, chubby baby, blond curls framing her sweet face.
She opened her sky-blue eyes, yawning softly. Her eyes widened when she saw her parents, a grin on her lips.
"Sorry I woke you up, sweetie. It's your beautiful mother's fault, she brought me in here", he murmured, picking up his daughter.
Alanna giggled, revealing toothless gums. "Aye James, she takes after ye. She is truly your daughter", chuckled Jeanie.
"Nah, she's not ugly like me. She's as pretty as you are", he said, winking at her.
James carried his daughter into the kitchen. Liam was seated at the table, cleaning the fish, dumping the scales into a bucket. Parlan watched with wide eyes, his gaze intent.
"Papa, I wanna catch fishies", he pleaded.
"Not yet, little guy. When you're older", he chuckled, ruffling his son's hair.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 3, 2020 21:19:59 GMT -5
Chapter 46
"Keith, don't chew on the guitar strings", chided Kurt.
The baby boy looked up at his father with innocent blue eyes. He grinned at Kurt, his black curls framing a round, impish face.
"Oh no, son. You might be able to charm your mother with that smile, but not me", he chuckled, picking up his son.
Keith grinned at his father, as though he were thinking of some joke. He had Kurt’s round face and black curls, but his mother's blue eyes. He was a happy, chubby baby, an equal representation of both his parents.
"Keith, were you chewing on the guitar strings?", chided Mary.
He giggled, smiling at his mother. "Oh, you are such a chamer, young man", she chuckled.
Mary took their son and sat down, nursing him. Kurt looked on, smiling at the scene. Who would've thought I'd be married to a beautiful girl and have a son? I wish Mom could see this?, he mused.
"Kurt, are you all right?", she asked, frowning.
He sighed. "I just thought it would be great if Mom could see us. Mom's always trying to hook me up with her friends' daughters. Nice girls, but not my taste", he replied thoughtfully.
"Would your mother approve of me?", she asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Mary. Mom will love you. All that really matters to her is if I'm happy, and if she has grandkids. She'd be thrilled to see Keith, she loves kids", he said.
"Your mother sounds like a wonderful lady", she replied, smiling at him.
"Yeah, the others think so too. Mom loves to cook for everyone, and whenever we visit home, she cooks too much for us, and is always asking if we want more. She doesn't mind me playing music, if fact, she's proud of me. Most parents would freak", he chuckled.
"Do you miss her?", asked Mary.
Kurt sighed. "Yeah, all the damned time. But if we're stuck here, I'm gonna have to make the most of it. Besides, I'm not gonna leave without you and Keith. You guys are my family, and I don't want to abandon my son, like my Dad abandoned me", he said bitterly.
"I know, your father was a very bad man. You are a good man, Kurt. I love you", she whispered.
"I love you too, Mary. And I love you too, Keith", he said, embracing them.
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Post by Tim on Jun 4, 2020 23:23:17 GMT -5
Now are we done?
This looks like an ending scene to me.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 5, 2020 8:29:54 GMT -5
Actually, there’s a major twist up ahead and it won’t end soon.
Chapter 47
"Violet, are you all right? You just relax, let me handle it", said Axel.
"Axel, I am not a doll. Really, I am fine", she chided, her hand on her enormously pregnant belly.
"Violet, I just don't want you to get hurt, or for the baby to be hurt. I don't know much about kids, I just don't want you to get hurt", he said, putting an arm around her.
Violet kissed his cheek. "Axel, that is sweet of you. But I surely can mix a lotion, husband. You are too nervous for your own good", she chided.
"Of course, that is my duty, wife. When we get back to the 21st century, you'll never have to do this again. I want to take care of you and our children", he said fiercely.
"Axel, I do not want to be like those ladies who do nothing but sew and gossip. I would be extremely bored like that. Are women in your time like that as well?", she asked.
"Yeah, there's rich people who don't do shit either. It really sucks when there's chicks like that. I've dated a few back in the day, they're boring as fuck, all they do is paint their nails, watch soap operas and shop. The only reason to date them is to fuck 'em, they're stupid", he said, rolling his eyes.
"Hopefully, you have put that behind you, husband", she said, raising an eyebrow.
Axel turned bright red. "Of course, Violet. They're nothing compared to you. You're both smart and beautiful. Not to mention a lot of fun", he chuckled suggestively.
Violet flushed prettily. "Aye, Axel, that fun is how I got like this in the first place", she giggled.
"Of course, wife", he chuckled.
Violet felt a slight twinge in her belly, as she cried softly. "Ooh", she moaned.
"Violet, are you all right?", he asked.
She nodded weakly, as another twinge hit her belly. Suddenly, she felt a rush of fluid come down her legs, as the pains became sharper.
"Shit! Violet!", he yelled.
Mary burst into the room. "Axel, Violet is having her baby. I shall get the midwife", she said, rushing out the door.
Axel carried her over to the bed, his heart pounding in fear. Shit, she's having the baby, and we don't have any modern medicine or anything near a hospital. I hope she's going to be okay, he prayed.
Annie, the village midwife, arrived in the castle several minutes later. She raised an eyebrow at Axel, before turning to Mary.
"Mistress Holmes, find me Amy Connolly and bring her to the keep", she commanded.
"Why do you want Daniel's wife?", he asked, puzzled.
"She is the assistant midwife, Master Karlsson. Now Mistress Holmes, find her", she repeated.
Annie and Axel helped Violet onto the bed. She moaned weakly, closing her eyes at the pain.
"Is she going to be all right?", he asked worriedly.
"Master Karlsson, you are a man. You have no idea about babies. Women birth babies every day, 'tis nothing to be concerned about. Now go to the tavern and drink and find a wench", she said.
"My wife is having a baby, and you expect me to get drunk and fuck some whore?", he asked incredulously.
"Many men do that, Master Karlsson. All they want to know is if they have a son", she said bitterly.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here until the baby's born", he said stubbornly.
"Master Karlsson, just stay out of my way", she said.
Mary then arrived, along with Amy. "Violet, I need to examine you. Ah, the contractions are about ten minutes apart. That is good", she said, as Violet cried out in pain.
Fuck, what's going on? Is she going to be all right?, he wondered.
"Master Karlsson, Daniel and your friends are here. Go with them, laddie", she said kindly.
Axel nodded slowly, leaving the room. His knees were shaking, his throat dry.
"Axel, I know. But Violet's a strong woman. She's gonna be fine, and then you'll hold your kid for the first time", said Kirk, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Axel smiled gratefully at him, sinking down into the chair with a sigh. Yeah, maybe Kurt’s right. I don't know crap about childbirth, I'd best leave this to the women, he thought.
Daniel entered the room, followed by Annaly and his and Amy's son Rory. "I came after I heard. I hope Amy will be able to help your wife, Axel", he murmured.
He smiled at him. "I know, thanks. I hope so too. I don't know crap about babies", he sighed.
"Us men should leave all this to the women. I was like you when Annaly was born, the midwife had to kick me out. Relax, the babe shall be fine", he said.
Several hours passed, and Violet was still in childbirth. Axel paced up and down the room, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach.
What the hell is going on in there? Is she going to be all right?, he wondered.
Amy and Annie emerged from the room, anxious looks on their faces. "What's going on? Is she all right?", he asked, fear in his voice.
"Master Karlsson, the babe is facing the wrong way. I have to turn it around, so it will be in the proper position", said Annie.
"Well, do it", he growled.
"It is not that easy. You see, I have to go into her womb and turn the babe around. It is going to be very painful. We shall need your permission to proceed", she replied.
"Is there anything I can do?", he asked.
"Yes. You will have to hold her, she will be in terrible pain", replied Amy.
"I'll do it", he said, a determined look on his face.
The trio entered the room, and Axel was shocked at the sight. Violet lay in bed, her face pale and her skin covered in a think sheen of sweat. Her pregnant belly swelled grotesquely from her slim body, soft cries coming from her throat.
"Axel, it hurts", she whimpered.
"Master Karlsson, let her hold your arm. She will need something to hold on to", commanded Annie, washing her hands and walking over to the bed.
"Violet, I shall have to go into your womb to position the child. Hold onto his arm, this will hurt plenty, but the babe shall be born safely. Ye ken?", asked Amy.
Violet nodded, too weak to talk. "Now hold on tightly. I shall try not to hurt ye", murmured Annie, reaching into her womb, feeling the baby's feet.
She screamed in pain, as Annie's hands moved inside her, moving the baby. Violet gripped his arms tightly, eyes stinging with painful tears.
Axel didn't pull away, even though she held him so tight as to leave a bruise. What are they doing to her? I hope the baby's going to be all right.
Annie withdrew from her body, a weak smile on her face. "The babe is in the proper position. Now it is only a matter of time", she said, washing her hands again.
The contractions started again, as Violet panted. "I can see the babe's head. Just push hard, Violet", commanded Annie.
Violet pushed with all her might, as a baby's cry filled the air. Amy cut the umbilical cord with a knife, as Violet expelled the placents, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Violet, are you all right? How's the baby?", he asked, his heart pounding in fear.
"I am tired, I shall be fine later, Annie. How is the babe?", she asked.
"Violet, Master Karlsson, it is a girl", she replied, handing her the baby.
Axel smiled down at the infant. Their daughter was pink and chubby, with a mop of dark curls on her head. She opened her eyes and began to cry.
"I think she is hungry", said Amy", putting the baby to her breast.
Violet looked down at her daughter, as she began to nurse. “Axel, look, she has your eyes", she whispered.
"Yeah, she's beautiful", he murmured. He smiled at his daughter, an overpowering feeling of love welling up inside him. She is as beautiful as her mother. I can't believe it, we have a daughter, he thought happily.
"Axel, are you upset we do not have a son?", she whispered.
"No, of course not. I love her already. How could you say that?", he asked, shocked.
"Most men are upset if their first-born is a girl", she replied matter of factly.
"Assholes. I love you, Violet, and I love our daughter. What do you want to name her?", he asked.
"I want to name her Beatrice, after the lady in Master Dante's poem. I hope she will grow up to be a fine lady", she replied.
"I like it. Our daughter is Beatrice Karlsson", he said.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 5, 2020 21:26:22 GMT -5
Chapter 48
"Father, the prince has landed at Glenfinnan, raised his standard. I want to join him, we shall have the rightful king upon the throne", vowed Conor.
The laird stared at his son, his eyes narrowed. "Conor, ye are too young to remember the rebellion of '15. We lost lands, and the Mackenzies of Seaforth were reduced to poverty. Your uncle William, the Earl of Seaforth, his title was revoked and he lost most of his lands. Ye see how poor they are now? Laddie, I have a bad feeling about this. If we fight the crown and are defeated, we shall loose our lands, and the earldom of Cromartie.
"Father, the title is an English title, it means nothing. If Charles Stuart becomes king, we shall have a Scottish earldom, not a bloody Sassenach one", he spat.
The laird smacked his son across the face, glaring at him. "Ye shall not join any rebellion, Conor. I want peace, we have enought trouble with the MacDonnels. I do not want to be dragged into another conflict like the '15. I have worked all my life to bring peace to the clan. I will not lose it to a spalpeen like you", he growled.
"Father, you are old. Do you not want the glory? The rightful king shall be on the throne, and we will not have those bloody German lording over us", he said, his eyes glowing with passion.
Cliff was in the hall, fetching a bow and arrow for Alisdair, when he heard them. A feeeling of unease grew inside him, a chill running down his spine.
The laird is right, the rebellion is a bad idea, he mused. Cliff had once seen a documentary on PBS about the Jacobite uprisings, and it worried him.
If they join the rebellion, they're gonna be defeated. Then what? He shuddered when he recalled the segment on Culloden, where the Scottish army had been annihilated.
I gotta talk to the others, and we definetly gotta get back, or at least leave this area. I got a bad feeling about all this, he thought.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he didn't see where he was going. "Cliff, watch out", said Violet.
Cliff turned bright red when he realized he'd almost knocked over Violet. "Sorry there. I was thinking", he mumbled.
"Are you all right, Cliff? Do you want some tea?", she asked.
"Yeah, I gotta speak to you and your dad. I overhead the laird and Conor speaking. It's urgent. And don't tell anyone except the others", he whispered.
"I shall tell Father. Axel will give you further instructions", she murmured.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 6, 2020 8:18:16 GMT -5
Chapter 49
That evening, the rest of the band, along with their wives and children, gathered in the healer's chamber. Kilwich stood before them, clad in the silver and purple robes. He took out the Clach Na Bratach, setting it upon its stand.
"Master Butler, what did you hear the laird and his son say?", he asked.
"They were talking about Charles Stuart, the heir to the throne. Conor wants the clan to join the rebellion, but the laird said no. I got a bad feeling about this", he replied, frowning.
"I ken. The Stuart prince is but a boy, and he has spent too much time in France and in Rome, he is barely Scottish. I am afraid that the rebellion will be unsuccessful", replied Kilwich.
Daniel frowned. "Aye, 'tis true. I hear of rebellions in Ireland that go nowhere, because the Crown's soldiers put them down quickly. The same can happen here in Scotland. I have found peace, I do not want war", he said, his eyes sad.
"We know, dude. Wasn't there a big battle and the Crown won? It began with a C", said James.
"Culloden, it was the battle of Culloden in 1746. I saw a show on PBS about it", replied Cliff.
"So what do we do? Conor's out of his fucking mind", muttered Axel.
"Colorful way of saying it, but I ken. I will consult the Clach", said Kilwich, standing over the stone.
He murmured the incantation, as the mists parted. A vision appeared before them. A plain was surrounded by government troops, Highland soldiers caught in the crossfire.
Everyone gasped. The government troops slew them without mercy, as wounded men were cut down with bayonets and muskets. They could almost hear the screams of the dying, the roar of the cannon. Then the mists reappeared, the stone shrouded in darkness once more.
"What the fuck was that?!", exclaimed James.
"That was the battle Master Butler spoke of. Was that here? And what about the people themselves?", asked Kilwich.
Cliff closed his eyes, remembering what he knew from the show. "The government troops were all over mainland Scotland. They ravaged the countryside, killed a lot of people. Scotland was defeated", he murmured, as Morag cried out.
"Laddie, 'tis trouble. I shall speak to the laird, convince Conor not to go. If he cannot, we shall have to flee. And since there is no red sky nor blue moon for a long while, ye cannot go back to the stones. I am sorry, but we shall have to flee the country", replied Kilwich.
The group was silent, taking in the information. Are we gonna be stuck here forever?, thought Kurt. He felt depressed at the idea of never seeing his mother again. But no matter what, I'm not leaving behind Mary and Keith, he vowed.
"I must speak to the laird on the morrow. I have an idea, but all I can say now is to stay on your toes, it will require a lot of preparation", he said enigmatically.
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Post by Tim on Jun 6, 2020 11:34:27 GMT -5
Bonnie Prince Charlie was defeated. That cannot change.
Sorry everyone.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 6, 2020 17:41:56 GMT -5
Chapter 50
"Your Lordship, I must speak with you. 'Tis urgent", said Kilwich.
The laird nodded, leading them to his private chambers. He closed the door behind him, placing a single white rose on the table. "All we are to speak of is subrosa", he murmured.
Kilwich sat down, taking a deep breath. "Your Lordship, I consulted the Clach Na Bratach last night. Conor is wrong, you must stop him", he murmured.
"What do you mean? The Stuart is not going to win?", he asked.
"Worse. The government will send many troops to quell the rebellion. And there will be reprisals on our people. You must stop Conor, before it is too late", he said.
Just then, Conor burst into the room. He scowled when he saw Kilwich. "Father, must you listen to this doddering old man? The Stuart prince is coming to Mackenzie lands. We shall fight in his service, and overthrow the bleedin' German king", he said proudly.
"Young Mackenzie, believe me, do not join the Stuarts. We shall be defeated, and lose everything. The Clach Na Bratach revealed everything", said Kilwich.
"Father, you believe that? Only the ignorent and peasants trust in visions seen in a hunk of stone", he said, his eyes glowing with pride.
"Laddie, you forget I am the laird here. I say no, I dislike the king in London as well, but as they do not bother us, we shall not make war on them. Is that clear?", he asked, looking into his eyes.
"I shall go to the clan themselves. Let us see what they think", he said in a huff, walking away.
"I am sorry, Papa. Conor is just so hard headed", said Violet.
"I know. We are fucked. Why doesn't the laird just beat some sense into him? He's within his rights", muttered Axel.
"Yeah, someone should've smacked him upside the head. He's not a bad dude, but he wants to look like a big man. He's gonna get his ass handed him to him on a platter", grumbled James.
"Kilwich, what's your plan to get us out of here?", asked Cliff. He closed his eyes, remembering the scene from the night before.
"Be patient. You will flee, but you shall have companions. You see, the laird's younger brother went into the shipping business. A branch of the Mackenzie family settled in Norway a hundred years ago, after one of our ancestors married a Norwegian woman. They own a shipping business, and he joined it, him being a younger son.
I will tell the laird that you wish passage aboard his brother's ship. Of course, you will have pay him, and you might have to tell him everything. And of course, you take your families with you", said Kilwich.
"If we leave for Norway, we won't be able to get back to the stones", said Kurt worriedly.
"I know, Master Holmes. I am truly sorry. But if you stay here, you will be caught in the fighting, as will your families", he whispered.
Kurt looked at his wife and son. The idea of them being hurt during the war angered him. No way. I'm going to Norway with them. I don't want get stuck here, but I don't want them to get hurt either. I'll do it, he vowed silently.
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Post by Tim on Jun 6, 2020 23:32:24 GMT -5
Better that than fighting in a war you know you're going to lose.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 7, 2020 8:38:16 GMT -5
Chapter 51
The next morning, the entire group, along with their wives and children, accompanied Kilwich to the laird's chambers. "Your Lordship, we have something to say to you", he said, smiling reassuringly at the group.
James and Axel stepped forward, bowing before him. "Your Lordship, we are not really from the colonies, we are from the future. It is a long story", said James, explaining everything.
When he finished, the laird sat back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That is a very interesting story, Master Hamilton and Master Karlsson. I had an inkling you were not quite from the colonies, and here is the proof. Since you have performed well in my service with great loyalty, I shall not hold that against you. And what is Master Kilwich said true? That the Stuart army will be defeated?", he asked.
"Yes, your Lordship. They will be defeated horribly, and many clansmen will be reduced to poverty. Many people will flee to the colonies, and others will be driven off their lands", said Cliff solemnly.
"Can we stop it?", he asked.
"I'm afraid not. You can't change these things, only little things. I mean, it would be cool if we could stop World War II, but it ain't gonna happen", said James.
The laird looked thoughtful. "If the war is inevitable, there must be a way to save at least some members of the clan. My brother runs a shipping company in Norway. His ship has landed in Inverness, and sails within a fortnight.
I want to send the younger members of the clan with him, if their families approve. You and your families shall accompany them to Oslo. My brother shall watch over them, until either it is safe to return, or the Stuarts somehow win. At least they shall be out of harm's way", he said.
Violet sat in her chair, nursing Beatrice, her mind in turmoil. I am finally going to leave Mackenzie lands, but we are fleeing from a war. I am not sure if I shall ever see Scotland again, she mused.
"I know, Violet. But you'll finally get your wish. Too bad your dad doesn't want to go", he said, putting an arm around her.
"I understand, Axel. Did you feel the same way when you left Sweden?", she asked, putting Beatrice down in her crib.
"Yeah, I missed my friends, my family, my school even. But I was also excited. I had always wanted to see California, and then there I was", he chuckled.
"I am excited a wee bit. I shall finally get to see more of the world, but under less than favorable circumstances", she replied sardonically.
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Post by Tim on Jun 7, 2020 11:13:29 GMT -5
They can take comfort that Bonnie Prince Charlie himself will survive. Granted he'll spend the rest of his life in exile (in France) and become a pathetic drunk...
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 8, 2020 10:49:14 GMT -5
Chapter 52
Cliff was at home with Morag and the kids, when someone knocked on the door. He was surprised to see Daniel, as he stepped aside to let them in.
"Welcome, Master Connolly. Can I get you a glass of tea?", asked Morag.
"Aye, thank you, Mistress Butler", he replied graciously.
"So, why'd you come by, Maxwell?", asked Cliff.
Daniel sat down, a slight smile on his lips. "I shall like to meet this Maxwell fellow, it would be good to know if I have other kin".
His expression grew serious. "Master Butler, I want you to take Annaly with you to Norway. I want her safe", he said.
"What about Amy and Rory?", he asked.
"Amy does not want to be parted from Rory. I told her she would be safe, but she will not listen. At least one of my children shall be safe", he murmured.
Morag served them their tea and discreetly left. "Bummer, you gotta talk to your wife. And Annaly wouldn't want to be separated from you. You guys are really close", said Cliff, sipping his tea.
He sighed, staring into his cup. "Aye, I ken. But I want her safe. I consider msyelf to be a good Christian man, but I cannot ignore the visions in the stone. I will fight for my clan, but I want Annaly far from this. I have found peace, only to be plunged into another war", he murmred.
"That sucks. I wish you luck, Daniel. Hopefully you'll get out in one piece, and Annaly isn't gonna be too pissed at you", said Cliff.
Daniel drank the rest of his tea, shaking his hand. "Aye, I hope so too, Cliff. May God be with you", he said, walking out the door.
"Papa, we leaving?", asked Parlan.
James smiled at his son, hoisting him onto his shoulders. "Yes, son. We will have to leave. But it'll be like an adventure, and we'll be safe", he said.
"Papa James, I am staying here. I shall fight for the clan, I am not a bairn who will run", said Liam defiantly.
"Liam, that's your decision. But don't you want to go with your family? Don't you want to come?", he asked.
"I shall miss ye, ye are a father to me, Papa James. But I am not a spalpeen, I am a man. A man must go into battle and defend his people", he said proudly.
"Okay, and what about Sorcha?", asked James.
"Next year, we shall wed. I will be old enough, and I shall have coin, Papa James", he said.
"I shall miss ye, Liam", said Jeanie, embracing him.
"Me too", he whispered, a tear forming in his eye.
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Post by Tim on Jun 8, 2020 11:21:59 GMT -5
Parlan? Sorcha?
Where do you come up with these names!?
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