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There can be only one! I'm done!

Let them sleep, let them sleep on, Till the stormy night be gone. And the eternal morrow dawn, Then the curtains will be drawn, And they will make into a light Whose day shall never die in night.

Vengeance belongs to one Duncan McLeod!

Yay.

You've got a friend.

The world had already lost Darius—Duncan had every intention of making sure it did not lose Victor Paulus, too.

All that mattered was her Purpose.

Yay.

Callestina is down! She is down!

Caught!

And tomorrow they would march toward Rome.

Darius the war lord.

Darius is a player.

It seems, little Callestina, he thought, echoing Darius’s name for her, we have both learned a lesson this day. I wonder if you will remember yours us well as I will remember mine

Forever.

Grayson should be called Randy.

Someone has a crush on Darius.

Cynthia is a 1600 year old immortal with evil on her mind. Evildoer!

“I know your motives are noble, my friend,” Darius replied, “but the world will never be changed by violence. Only love can do that—one soul at a time.”

“Not even we have that much time,” Duncan said.

“Come in, Duncan MacLeod,” he said, his voice cheering. “I can use another pair of hands—and you, I think, can use some time where your sword will not be needed.”

“Aye,” Duncan replied. “Aye, that I can.”

Remember, Duncan MacLeod, it is not the appearance of a thing—or a person—that has value. It is what they do, what is in their heart.

Two miles, he thought, knowing that of all the sounds in the world, what he wanted—needed—to hear were more of Darius’s words.

MacLeod saw a dark-cloaked figure in the distance, walking in his direction. As he neared there came the one feeling above all others Duncan did not want to feel.

He was Immortal.