Page 56 of Promises to Keep

“Fine, good night tae ye.”

“And I wanted tae say one thing more...”

“Och, of course ye do, ye must hae the last word.”

“If I went with Agnie tae save the art, then I meant it, ye canna override m’decision. I will hae a plan, ye ought nae interfere.”

“Ye think ye had a plan, ye think ye hae a way out of Agnie’s clutches?”

“Aye, ye ought tae worry about yer own troubles, I am perfectly capable of m’own rescue.”

“Ye asked for m’help.”

She faltered. “Tis immaterial, I will be fine.”

CHAPTER 29 - MAGNUS

Kaitlyn was verra drunk as we climbed the stair tae our room. “So let me get this straight, she is not on a regular timeline? She is way younger? That is so unfair. How many times do you think, Magnus, we interact with her when she is out of our regular timeline?”

“I daena ken, perhaps verra often.”

She stopped in the stairwell. “Perhapsallthe times are irregular times!”

“It could be.”

“What about when she asked me to marry you, was she... was she out of time then?”

“By that time she understood more about time travel than I — I had barely a clue and she was already amassin’ a verra large collection of goods and art. She was verra fast tae learn how tae use the vessels, she might hae been out of time, twould explain how she gained knowledge and riches that quickly.”

“Yes!” Kaitlyn began tae climb the steps, bumping intae m’shoulder and then bumpin’ off the wall. She rubbed her shoulder. “I’m ping-ponging.” She added, “How does she keep it all straight?”

“I daena ken.”

She stopped again with her eyes wide. “Maybe she leaves notes for herself! I saw a movie like that one day. What was it called?” She laughed. “I’m drunk.”

“I ken, ye are being verra funny.”

She turned and clutched the front of m’shirt. “We ought tae read all her notes, and… so we can find her.” She hiccupped. “And we ought to get to bed fast, because you, sir, are hot.”

I put an arm around her waist and lifted her tae the top of the steps and placed her down.

She said, “Whee!” Then she stumbled.

I tossed her over my shoulder, and carried her down the hall to our room.

She said, “Och aye, this is verra ho—”

I jiggled her up and down and she giggled, “Ho-oh-oh-oht! So hot.”

In our room, she was laughing, until I dropped her down on the bed —clunk.“Och, nae, Kaitlyn, are ye alright?”

She rubbed her butt. “My love, our bed is not soft enough. Where’s our fancy mattress?”

“I think it has been dragged away tae feather another bed.”

“Probably the Earl.”

“In his defense, he is verra auld, and we never gave him one.”

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