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"Thank you," she said, rubbing her hands together before the blaze that sputtered in the hearth "Those are peat bricks, aren’t they? I read about thehtfully "They don’t look like I thought they did" Then she shook her head sharply and focused on hiain "What is the name of this castle?"

"Dun Haakon," he replied, then started Where had that naht about his tee he had no answers for: "On Eilean A Cheo"

"Where?" she asked blankly

" ’Tis Gaelic for ’misty isle’ We are on the Isle of Skye" Mayhap it was knowledge his king had taught hi had oft told him he’d prepared him for any place, any time

Jane took a deep breath "What year is it?"

"Fourteen hundred twenty-eight"

She inhaled sharply "And how long have you lived here?"

"I doona live here I a of the moon I arrived yestreen"

"Where do you live?"

"You have many questions" He reflected for aher questions He was, after all, Vengeance Powerful Perfect Deadly "I live with dom"

"And where is that?"

"In Faery"

Jane sed "Fairy?" she said weakly

"Aye My king is the Unseelie king I aeance And I ahly debatable," Janetells me so He tells me I will be the eance will endure in legend for eternity"

"I’rieved expression

He looked at her then, hard Her hair, her face, her breasts, then lower still, his gaze lingering on her ss and slender ankles "You are not at all what I expected of humans," he said finally