Written In Stone

what happened to Muredach and Bettina, did they have children?"
    "They have three daughters and five sons."
    "Oh my! That's a lot of children. Wait," Angie wrinkled her brow. "You said 'have.' Muredach and Bettina are still alive?"
    "Of course they are," Gavin said. "They still live in the ancestral home in Scotland. My mother descended through their son, Hugh, and my father through their daughter, Kathern. My great-grandparents, Fergus and Maud, and all the rest of them, are still in Scotland."
    "They're alive," Angie whispered. "Can I meet them?"
    "I don't see why not. They'll be at the wedding, I'm sure."
    "Our wedding," she breathed, saying it as if she didn't quite believe it real.
    "You do still want to marry me?"
    "Of course, I do!" Angie said quickly. "Gavin, do you think, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, we could get married there?"
    "In Scotland?"
    "Yes. But I mean in the same abbey where Muredach and Bettina married."
    "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do," he said, pulling her closer to him.
    "What about the spear? Is it still in the bench at the abbey?"
    "No. After what happened, Muredach didn't want anyone else getting a hold of it. When Findon became a priest, Muredach entrusted it to him, and Findon hid it away, telling no one where it was. When Findon died, he took the location of the spear with him to his grave. It's never been found."
    "It's probably for the best, isn't it?"
    "I think so."
    "Can we go outside now? I haven't walked across grass barefoot in so long."
    "We should wait a while longer, until the sun goes down. Your skin will be very sensitive to the sun, and you shouldn't be directly in it. You'll always have to stay in the shade, wear protective clothing and a hat during the day, even on cloudy days. So you'll learn to sleep during the day and get up at sunset, so you'll still be able to enjoy some daylight but not exposed to the sun."
    "Anything else I can't do now?"
    Gavin thought about it for a moment. "Yes. You can never, ever leave me, Angela."
    "And you can never, ever leave me, Gavin."
    "Not on your life." He pulled her to him and kissed her. Her hands began roaming over his body, and soon they were rolling over the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, laughter and moans, and sweat-slickened bodies.
     
     
    THE END