Chapter 23
"And then she just disappeared, as one would expect one to leave a dream."
Maeve brushed a stray hair from Cate's face. "You have done well. I am so proud of you."
Cate yawned and stretched. "It was so very weird."
Maeve tilted her face. "Weird?" She repeated the foreign word. "Is that the word you just used?"
Cate yawned again and nodded. "Yes. Strange. Odd. To stand there and speak to the person who will have your soul in two thousand years defies logic. It is...an odd experience mere words cannot convey."
Lachlan rose and strode over to the door. He stood there staring at Cate for a moment before speaking. "I, too, am proud of you, Cate. You have done well on your quest."
"It is easier since Jessie is also a quester."
Lachlan raised his eyebrows. "A quester? Are you certain?"
"As certain as I can be about anything in the twenty-first century, yes. She has my soul, after all. The soul of a quester cannot stay silent long, Lachlan."
"What does she know of us?"