The Presence Part 30

"I can come right over."

"What? To Scotland? That's not...necessary," Toni said. She was ready to groan out loud. What had she done? If she brought anyone else in here--especially some kind of an occultist who claimed to speak to lots of ghosts!--they'd definitely be thrown out. She couldn't begin to imagine Bruce MacNiall standing for such a thing.

"Your situation sounds a bit complex." Darcy hesitated, then her words spilled out. "Toni, Adam has talked about you. He's says that you're.. .you're one of the most amazing mediums he's ever encountered."

"Medium!" Toni said, shocked.

"You see things," the voice on the other end said.

Toni gripped the phone so tightly it might have snapped. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe. "I'm sorry," she said then. "This was...a mistake. I'm not a medium. I had a few unusual--very unusual--dreams as a child, but I am not a medium. I don't want to be a medium. And please, do not--I repeat--do not come over here. We're in a tenuous situation, at best. I appreciate your time. I'll see to it, somehow, that the woman is buried next to her laird. Thank you for all your help. It's truly appreciated. But do not come here! Thank you and goodbye."

She hung up the phone, threw it on the bed and stared at it as if it might turn into a serpent and bite her. She waited, half expecting the woman to try to call her back. But the phone lay on the bed, silent.

She turned and hurried out of the room. One of their group had to be somewhere about. She wanted company very desperately. Someone among.. .the living.

*14*

It was time for the buses to come rolling up, and Bruce had not returned.

"You had it all figured out!" Gina said with dismay. "Now what are we going to do?"

"Someone else will play Bruce's part, that's all," Toni said.

They were standing in the great hall, dressed for the various roles they were going to play. Everyone stared at Toni.

"What?" she said.

Kevin cleared his throat. "Really, no one else can play Bruce's part."

"He's not even an actor!" Toni protested.

"That s just it," David said. "He is the great MacNiall."

Toni shook her head. "Come on, guys! We never planned on having him to begin with. He's worked with us, but he's not on the payroll."

"We don't exactly have a payroll, right now, do we?" Thayer inquired.

"Thayer, you can be Bruce," she said.

"I can't ride that horse."

"And now," Ryan said, "I'm supposed to be the bad guy. I've been practicing my evil sneer all day."

Toni sighed. "He isn't here. So we have to do something else."

"I know!" Ryan said. "Okay, here's the deal. I'm not so sure I can ride his horse, either--"

"You can ride any horse," Toni protested.

Ryan shook his head. "That fellow knows his master. But Wallace is right as rain now. I'll ride him in, then I'll come up the stairs as the very personification of good and evil. You know, a dramatic Jekyll and Hyde number. I fight with Toni, and myself. It will be great."

Again, they were silent, staring at him.

"Thayer," Toni said, staring at her kinsman, "you'll have to be Bruce--without the horse. Burst into the castle on foot, run up the stairs. Ryan will come riding in as the bad guy."

"We could just do it the way we had originally," Gina said.

"That's a definite plan," David said. "It's actually the most logical."

"It is," Kevin agreed.

Toni shook her head stubbornly. "We can't go back, because now we know that we were maligning someone."

"Toni, we were never maligning anyone, because we didn't know he had really existed!" Gina protested.

"But now we do," Toni said. "And I don't want to play it the way we had it originally. Guys, we know the fellow was innocent."

"Well, we don't know it," Kevin said.

"Yes, we do," Toni insisted stubbornly. "So, Thayer walks in, and Ryan rides in. Agreed?"

"Sure," Thayer said.

"I don't know," Ryan protested, shaking his head. "I think my Jekyll and Hyde thing could have been really, really good."

"Alas! We'll never get to know!" Gina said, and winked at Toni.

There was a knock at the door.

Kevin clapped his hands. "Places, everyone. David and I get to open the doors now!"

"No, no! Not yet," Thayer protested. "It's just Lizzie and Trish. They were coming early."

He went to answer the door. It was indeed the girls. They came in, exited and exuberant, oohing and aahing over the castle alone. "And you all are living here! How wonderful," Lizzie said.

"Actually, yes," David murmured, looking around. "We should be grateful, for whatever time we get, huh?"

Ryan sighed. "We thought we'd have it for all of our lives."

"Or as long as we wanted, anyway," Gina said.

"Well, it's lovely, truly lovely," Trish said, catching Thayer's arm and squeezing it. "You're lucky, for whatever."

"Yes, I guess we are," Gina said.

"Buses!" Kevin said. "I can hear them. Let's move, children. Trish, Lizzie, just follow the crowd around. We can all chat when the last bus leaves."

Toni disappeared up the stairs, awaiting her cue. Leaning against the wall, listening to activity below, she smiled, pleased to hear the audience reaction as they played out their parts and gave their histories. She didn't know if the fact that Lizzie and Trish were out there, determined to have fun, spurred their tour to greater enthusiasm, or if they were just all getting into it so deeply that they naturally brought their listeners along. But the night was going wonderfully.

When she came out on the landing, clad in her white gown, ready to become the Lady Annalise, she found that she was "on" that night herself, wound up by the stories the others had told. Her voice rang through the hall. Her pa.s.sion for the heroism of Laird MacNiall was strong. And when she announced his return, she was stunned when Bruce came riding in on Shaunessy, perfectly on cue.

He strode up the stairs in anger as he had before. She found herself falling to her knees, and to her own ears, it sounded as if she really begged for her life.

Then his anger abated. If she hadn't caught the flash of humor in his eyes as he fell to his knees before her, accepting her words of loyalty, denying any fault thrown upon her by others, she would have thought the pa.s.sion and ardor that he offered were real.

Ryan came riding into the hall with an expert display of horsemanship. Bruce rose, striding down the stairs to battle with Ryan.

Toni was amazed herself. Ryan, of course, had used swords in his previous work. It didn't seem a shock that Bruce might have learned something, as well. But they had never practiced. And usually, such a display was meticulously ch.o.r.eographed.

They were wonderful. They shouted back and forth, playing off one another's ad libs. And in the finale, a strike by Bruce's sword brought Ryan's flying across the floor--toward the hearth, away from their group. Bruce left Ryan for dead on the floor, coming back for Toni. As he reached her, Ryan slowly rose. With Bruce's back to him, he staggered up the stairs, catching Bruce by the shoulders, throwing him downward. Then he put his hands around Toni's neck. He winked as he strangled her.

After all that she had witnessed, she sprang into character, making her death scene as spectacular as the fight she had just witnessed. She lay dead on the stairs. Ryan fell at the feet of them.

Silence reigned in the hall.

Then, Lizzie, bless her, yelled out "Bravo!" And the room burst into applause that never seemed to end.

"Tea and scones! Into the kitchen, everyone!" Kevin commanded.

"This way!" David said, helping move them all along.

Toni sat up. Ryan and Bruce both were rising. "Oh, my G.o.d! We pulled it off!" Ryan said. "I thought you were crazy, suggesting that we could do this without a single practice. But that was incredible."

"I'll second that," Thayer said, coming forward. Gina, too, was running down from her place at the landing. She jumped up and down, kissing her husband, then planting one on Bruce's check before settling down in embarra.s.sment. "Sorry, Laird MacNiall!"

"Nae, now, it was a lovely moment, Mrs. Browne," he told her, then turned to Toni. "Sorry I was late. I was--tied up."

She shook her head. "Why on earth would you want to be sorry? That was really phenomenal. The two of you...together. Purely amazing."

Bruce inclined his head to her. "Thank you, Lady Annalise."

She smiled but gritted her teeth, aware that no offense had been intended, but she was uneasy being called by the name. The strangeness of the day came rushing back to her--and the memory that, just that morning, she had so desperately wanted to talk to him.

Instead, she had called an agency that investigated ghosts.

She looked into his eyes. There had been laughter in them, and fun, but she was surprised to realize that he actually seemed a little distracted, as well. She had thought he was entirely into the act, but maybe he had just been going through the motions.

She turned away, disturbed. "I should really give Kevin and David a hand," she murmured, heading toward the kitchen. "We've an incredibly full house."

"I'll take the horses," Ryan said.

"Look after Wallace. I'll tend to Shaunessy," Bruce said.

Gina and Thayer followed Toni into the kitchen. Since there were so many people there, Toni was glad they'd come in, though Kevin was so well prepared that he probably could have handled a crowd of a hundred. The scones were in baskets, there were a number of stations with cream and sugar, and he'd had the tea prepared well before the crowd came filing in.

The crowd was always eager to talk, but tonight, more so than ever. News about the discovery of the ancient remains had traveled fast, and the group was excited to be the first ever to see their little drama played out with the great Laird MacNiall portrayed as innocent.

Finally the buses left, but Lizzie and Trish remained. And after everyone pitched in with the cleanup, Toni decided that Thayer was going to have to be his charming self and deal with their guests. She excused herself and went upstairs.

"Have you ever seen anything like it?" Ryan said.

Bruce, putting up the last of Shaunessy's tack, glanced over at him. Ryan was patting the roan's nose, studying his eyes and the great head of the horse.

"Quite frankly, I haven't," Bruce said, realizing himself for the first time that it was the absolute truth. He knew horses, and he'd never seen anything like this. The vet believed that the roan had gotten into something. Eban had seen to it that the stables were swept completely, lest it be some kind of infection caused by molding hay or bad grain. But only the roan had been infected. The vet had commented that it was akin to a child eating something disagreeable, having a bad night and clearing his system, waking up just as good as ever.

He walked over to study the roan himself. Wallace's eyes were clear and sharp, a sure sign that he was over what had plagued him.

"He's doing well now, it seems," Bruce said. He patted the horse. "Good lad," he murmured, then told Ryan, "I'm thinking, come the weekend, we'll move him. You did a d.a.m.ned good job here of cleaning the place out, and Eban came in and did more, but we might move both the boys and I'll get a real crew out here. These days.. .well, you get some kind of a germ or bacteria and you can't tell quite what's going on. The vet took some blood samples, too, so maybe we'll know more soon enough. Good thing is, he's looking fine right now."

Ryan grinned suddenly. "Hey, speaking of fine, we were something, eh? In the States, we couldn't have attempted such a thing! If one of us had nicked the other, there would have been law suits and all that. Where the h.e.l.l did you learn to do all that?"

"Well, over here, we have mock tournaments and such, just like you have Revolutionary and Civil War reenactments."

Ryan grinned. "Well, I don't mean to brag, but d.a.m.n, were we good!"

"Aye, that we were." Bruce gave him a wave and started back to the castle. He looked at the stone, climbing to the night sky, and realized that he had something very special. Time and reality had made him lose his appreciation. The Americans had brought it back.

Ryan followed him, and when they entered the castle, they could hear laughter coming from the kitchen-- not surprising since the car belonging to the two women they'd met in the village remained in the driveway. Bruce had actually enjoyed the night, but he wasn't anxious for any more company.

"Sounds as if we still have company," Ryan said.

Bruce nodded. "Well, enjoy," he murmured, heading for the stairs. It was his castle; he could opt out.

He entered his room to find Toni sitting by the hearth, staring at burned-out embers. She was wearing a contemporary cotton T-shirt nightshirt, her blond hair caught by the light, her features grave. When she saw him, she brought a pensive smile to her lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

Her smile remained uncertain, though she shook her head. He came to her, taking a seat on the side of the bed. He tried to calculate the time he had known her. A speck of dust in the span of his life. But it seemed natural that she was there, and beyond the obvious of a great s.e.xual relationship, there was something better in the fact, as well. He'd known he'd come up the stairs and find her waiting. And he'd liked it.

Apparently she tried to shake off whatever was bothering her. "You and Ryan., .wow. You played off each other unbelievably," she told him.

"It wasn't half bad, was it?" He picked up her fingers, idly stroking her hand.

"Of course, if you'd worked for me in the States, I would have fired your a.s.s," she told him, eyes sparkling as they touched his. "You were very late."

He arched a brow. "I got held up with Robert in Stirling."

"Oh?"

He offered her a grimace. "We were at a pub and found out that one of the barmaids had failed to show. The fellow who owns the place is a bit of a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, so he wasn't in the least concerned, but we felt we had to look into it. We found out where she'd been living. It seems she packed her bags, so..."

"I'm glad," Toni told him. "Luckily, you don't need much rehearsal."

"We both know what we're doing."

"Apparently," Toni agreed.

"So that, in a nutsh.e.l.l, was my day. Thinking something might be wrong, finding out we were both getting a little punch drunk due to events. So, I repeat, what's wrong?"