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Ja-box on his way upstairs; laying a sheet of paper on it, he put it on Roger’s lap, then extended one of the sticks of hardened charcoal to hier to coained full consciousness, but Roger’s hands had been too swollen even to close around a pen They were still puffed and bruised, but repeated leeching and gentle e had iuely like hands again

Roger’s lips pressed together momentarily, but he wrapped his hand cluers on that hand were broken; the splints stuck out in a crude "V" sign--which I thought rather appropriate, under the circuan to scrawl so the paper flat with both hands to keep it fro off across the floor I went to pick the over the s "W" and an "M," then a space, and an aard "MAC"

"Williaer’s cheekbones, but he nodded, very briefly

"Willia over Jamie’s shoulder "A Scotsman, then--or a Scottish name, at least?" Not that that narrowed down the possibilities a great deal: MacLeod, MacPherson, MacDonald, MacDonnel, MacQuiston?

Roger raised his hand and thuain, andtelevision shows based on charades, I was for once quicker than Jamie

"MacKenzie?" I asked, and was rewarded with a quick flash of green eyes, and a nod

"MacKenzie Williah hisup a er’s face Still heavily bruised, it too was beginning to look ht there was so odd about his expression I could see physical pain in his eyes, helplessness, and frustration at his immediate inability to tell Ja else there, too Anger, certainly, but so like bafflement, as well

"Do you know any Williahtly on the table as he thought

"Aye, four or five," he replied, brows still knotted in concentration "In Scotland But none here, and none that--"

Roger’s hand lifted abruptly at the word "Scotland," and Ja

"Scotland," he said "Soer shook his head violently, then stopped abruptly, gri in pain He squeezed his eyes shut for a ently at the bits of charcoal I still held in er lay back exhausted on the pillow, the neck of his nightshirt damp with sweat and spotted with blood froling, but I could read the word clearly

Dougal, it said Ja like wariness

"Dougal," he repeated carefully He knew several Dougals as well; a few of theal O’Neill?"

Roger shook his head and the tube in his throat wheezed with his exhalation He lifted his hand and pointed e only a blank look in response, he fuain, but it rolled off the sketch-box and shattered on the floor

His fingers were s, he pressed the tip of his ring finger against the page, and by dint of using all the fingers in turn, produced a faint and ghostly scrawl that sent a s up from the base of my spine

Geilie, it said

Jamie stared at the name for a moment Then I saw a small shiver move over him, and he crossed himself

"A Dhia," he said softly, and looked at er saw it and fell back on his pillow, exhaling loudly through his breathing-tube

"Dougal’s son by Geillis Duncan," Jae on his face "He was named William, I think Ye er’s eyes closed Then they opened again; one splinted finger rose wavering, and pointed to his own eye--a deep, clear green, the color of moss He hite as the linen he lay on, and his charcoal-s; he wanted badly to talk, to explain--but further explanations were going to have to wait, for a little while, at least