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PROLOGUE (CONT'D)

MacNeil beckoned him from the tainted hall's threshold, his handsome countenance set in grim, severe lines. "Ye disobeyed me, Ruari. Ye were told not to hunt Kael alone."

He was in no mood to argue. "Aye." From where he stood, he could see the great Healer, Elasaid, tending to the woman who had so briefly been his wife. Never again, he thought.

And MacNeil had been lurking in his mind, because he said, "Aye. Yer a Master, lad. Ye'll stand alone like the rest o' us. A Master stands alone, fights alone, dies alone."

"Dinna fear," he said grimly. He had no intention of ever allowing another woman into his life, much less taking one as a wife. He would not condescend to any pain in his heart. Not now, not ever. The vows he had made would be his life.

MacNeil softened. "I dinna think ye could vanquish Kael. I'm proud of ye, lad."

He nodded curtly. MacNeil clasped his shoulder, indicating that they should leave. The fortress would be razed, the ground consecrated. Human prisoners would be taken, demonic ones vanquished. The humans would be exorcized, if possible.

He heard a woman's soft cry for help.

He stiffened, because the afternoon was entirely silent outside the dark hall.

"Ruari?" MacNeil asked.

The air moved around him. A woman whispered his name.

He glanced at MacNeil. "Did ye hear the woman?"

MacNeil looked aside. "There's no one here but ye and me."

He was wrong. A woman had called to him from the hall--he was certain. Leaving MacNeil, he stepped back into the dank chamber, glancing into every shadowed corner, but no one was present. Then he saw a trap door set in the floor.

Please.

Royce.

He had heard a woman calling for him, as clear as day. He rushed to the trap door and lifted it. And he heard the hissing of snakes. "Get me a torch!" he called.

"There's no one down there," MacNeil said firmly. "I'd sense life if it was here."

"A torch," he demanded.

A moment later MacNeil handed him a burning torch. He lowered it and saw piles of black, writhing snakes--but the pit looked empty otherwise. Still, he could not be sure. For he felt the woman now, and she was afraid.

He leapt down into the pit, waving the torch, scattering the snakes away from his bare feet. He looked around the small manmade cellar, and realized MacNeil was right. There was no one down there.

He tossed the torch to MacNeil and reached up. A moment later he was walking from the manor, but he remained uncertain and uneasy. He looked back.

The air inside the dark hall fluttered and beckoned. A woman's fragrance suddenly enveloped him. And he heard her again. Royce...

He seized MacNeil, halting him. "Who is she? Where is she? What does she want an' why does she call me by my English name?"

MacNeil stared. "She's not here, lad."

"Then where is she?" He did not, could not, understand. And he turned back, overcome. "I must find her."

MacNeil took his arm, forestalling him. "Ye canna find her now. She's in the future--yer future."

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