Page 51 of All In Good Time

“Then ’tis good ye came. Shall we go downstairs and break our fast.” Nick motioned towards the door.

“I’m sure Logan is starving.” Sara smiled lovingly at him.

“I am, but you ken I’m always hungry,” Logan replied.

They quietly left the room and went down to the great hall where they met Hamish who was already fully involved with his food.

“There ye be,” he observed.

“I thought you were going to see yer cousin,” Logan said.

“Aye. I am, but nourishment comes first,” Hamish replied.

“I see yer nose led ye to the food early,” Logan said, sitting down beside him. “Have ye left any fer me?”

“Where have ye been?” He eyed Logan suspiciously and then glanced at Sara with a warm smile.

“We were up in Rory’s room,” Sara answered as she took a seat next to Logan. Nick sat across from them.

“How is he?” Hamish asked.

“’Tis hard to say,” Nick said. “We can only hope that the medicine Sara brought with her will help.”

Hamish eyed Sara with question.

“I had it in my pouch and just remembered it this morning,” she said.

A servant brought food and ale to the table. Sara had yet to get used to all this ale drinking. Ale, wine, whisky and water were all she’d been drinking since she’d arrived. She tried to stick to the water as much as possible. Helene had a well with the purest water she’d ever tasted. If she could bottle it and bring it back to San Francisco, she’d be a millionaire in no time.

“Could I have water,” she asked the servant, who nodded and hurried off to retrieve it.

“Is Hamish in on yer little secret?” Nick said, piquing Hamish’s curiosity.

“He’s not,” Sara chuckled.

“Secret?” he asked.

Sara laughed. Hamish was going to be a hard sell, but how could he dismiss what they had to say when so many of them were saying it. He appeared as if he might come right out of his skin if they didn’t tell him in that instant.

“Hamish, ye may nae believe what we’re going to tell ye, and ’tis a secret, so ye must keep it to yerself. Ye ken?” Logan waited for an answer.

Hamish looked from one to the other, to the other and then nodded his agreement.

Sara laughed at the comical way he was staring at them. When she had managed to get herself under control, she said, “I might as well just come right out and say it. ‘I’m from the future.”

“Hah!” Hamish barked. “I dinnae believe ye. Yer having fun at me expense.”

“’Tis true,” Nick confirmed. “She is from the future. I’ve been there meself, as has me wife.”

“Logan, do ye believe them?” Hamish asked.

“Aye. I’ve been there too,” Logan replied.

“Nae. It cannae be.” It seemed he didn’t believe them.

“But ’tis.” Logan caught Hamish’s eye and looking directly at him repeated with conviction. “’Tis.”

Hamish pushed his trencher away, despite the fact that it was still filled with food. “Why are ye telling me this? I’ve been happy enough nae believing in any such thing.”