“You’ll know soon enough.” Gwen paused and sighed heavily, as if she were having a heated internal debate with herself. Then she said, “Chloe, Drustan and Dageus come from a world that’s hard for girls like us to understand. A world that—though it may initially seem impossible—is firmly grounded in reality. Just because science can’t explain something, doesn’t make it any less real. I’m a scientist and I know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen things that defy my understanding of physics. They’re good men. The best. Keep an open mind and heart, because I can tell you one thing for sure: when these Keltars love, they love completely and forever.”

“You’re freaking me out,” Chloe said uneasily.

“You haven’t begun to be freaked out. One question, just between you and me, and don’t lie to me: Do you want him?”

She stared at Gwen in silence for a long moment. “Is this really just between you and me?”

Gwen nodded.

“I have since the moment I met him,” she admitted simply. “And it doesn’t make a bit of sense to me. I’m all possessive about him, and I have no right to be. It’s crazy. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I can’t even reason with it,” she said, frustration underscoring her words.

Gwen’s smile was radiant. “Oh, Chloe, the only time reason fails is when we’re trying to convince our minds of something our heart knows isn’t true. Stop trying. Listen with your heart.”

“I doona like this,” Drustan growled at Dageus.

“Did you give Gwen a choice?” Dageus countered, as he finished etching the second-to-last formula on the central slab. He need but etch the final one to open the bridge through time. He and Drustan had agreed that he should return to six months after last he’d been there, to avoid his past self, and in hopes that Silvan may have discovered something useful in the interim. “Chloe’s a strong lass, Drustan. She held the point of my own sword at my chest. She fought off her attacker valiantly. She chose to come to Scotland with me. Though sometimes she hesitates, she fears nothing. And she’s smart, she speaks many languages, she knows the old myths, and she loves artifacts. I’m about to take her to them. If for naught else, she’ll forgive me for that,” he added, dryly.

Och, aye, she would. He could put texts in her hands that would make her weep with the joy of a true bibliophile and guardian of relics. They shared that: Her chosen profession was to preserve the old things, and she hadn’t been satisfied with merely preserving, she’d studied it all, much as he had in his role as Keltar Druid.

“Gwen knew what I was.”