Doctor Fraser picked up the woman's coat before heading back towards the castle, the wizard Morlan right behind him.<br/><br/>"Doctor, wait up.  I have something else belonging to the strange woman."  It was Mary, the woman who had pulled Emma out of the loch.  And she was holding up a small leather bag.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Mary.  I'll pass it on to the laird when I get back to the castle."  The leather was of a fine quality he'd never seen before.  Just like he'd never seen a metal closure like it had.  About halfway back to the castle, the doctor's curiosity got the better of him and he snapped open the bag.  The moment he did so, Morlan sneaked up to peek in as well.  And then let out a gasp as he grabbed a greenish stone from the bag.<br/><br/>"It's one of the fairy stones," he exclaimed.<br/><br/>Doctor Fraser gave him a skeptical look, but waited for the wizard to explain.  "The stone is one of three stones, that according to legend, were created to house three faeries considered to be too powerful and dangerous to be allowed to run loose."<br/><br/>The doctor laughed.  He didn't believe in magic or fairies or the like.  He was a man of science.<br/><br/>"You think I'm crazy?  Just look at the stone and tell me you can't see that dark swirling cloud inside it."<br/><br/>When the doctor looked at the stone, it did indeed seem like something was alive inside it.  And while he certainly wasn't going to admit it to the wizard, it seemed like there was a faint voice coming from the stone as well.  He wanted to scoff at the wizard's story of fairies locked up in stones, but he couldn't scientifically explain what he was seeing and hearing.<br/><br/>"What else is in that bag?" Morlan asked.<br/><br/>The doctor pulled out a rectangular item that looked like a window on one side, but the other side was of a solid material.<br/><br/>"What's it do?" the wizard asked.<br/><br/>"Nothing, as far as I can tell."  But as the doctor ran his fingers around the edges of the window, suddenly an image came up in the window.<br/><br/>"That's Carron Castle, but with people dressed as strangely as the woman Mary pulled from the loch.  And they're storming the castle." Yet when the doctor looked up from the device, the bridge ahead of him had no one on it.<br/><br/>"That is powerful magic," Morlan muttered.  And for once, Doctor Fraser had no argument he could make.  Then a slight movement of his finger and he had another image in the window.<br/><br/>"Wikipedia?"  There were very few who knew how to read English, but the doctor was one of them.  Though not the wizard.  He knew the old Celtic script, but not written English.<br/><br/>"What is that, doctor?"<br/><br/>"It seems to be a source of knowledge about Scotland."  But before the doctor could absorb much information, he did something that caused the window to go dark once more.<br/><br/>"Did you do that?"<br/><br/>"I don't know."<br/><br/>"Well, bring the window back to life," the wizard urged.<br/><br/>"No.  We've done quite enough already."  The doctor returned the rectangular window to the leather bag and held out his hand to the wizard.  "Give me the stone.  It's on the laird's property, so it belongs to him."<br/><br/>The wizard hesitated to give up an item he'd been searching most of his life for.  But finally, he handed it over with a sigh.<br/><br/>With the stone back in the leather bag, the doctor snapped it closed.  "I suspect you agree with me that we can't tell the priest about what we've found."<br/><br/>"I agree.  But he'll find out eventually, since the laird will probably consult all three of us about the woman and what's in her bag."<br/><br/>"Maybe not.  He might not want Brother Absalom riling up the population about a witch in our midst."<br/><br/>"So you think she is a witch then," the wizard asked, with a smirk.<br/><br/>"No.  I'm sure there's an explanation other than magic for everything in this bag," the doctor replied.  He wasn't ready to accept either the priest's or the wizard's views on witches.<br/><br/>****************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>"The year is 1580, lass.  I'm not sure of the month, but it's probably October.  As for the day of the month, you'll have to ask the doctor, since he's the only one that keeps track of such things.  So, what date do you remember, Emma?"  She was beautiful, but he'd yet to figure out how sane she was.  And where she thought she was.  The question of when she thought she was never even entered his mind.  The concept of time travel wasn't something even considered in 1580 Scotland.  And what was a re-enactment, anyhow?<br/><br/>Emma smelled damp from her dip in the loch.  And Robert could feel her shivering against him.  Whether that was because of her soaking, the cold, her fear of the horse, or fear of him, he wasn't sure.  He held her close with one hand while holding the reigns with the other.  Though massive, Stephen's war horse was a gentle giant.  But she didn't know that.<br/><br/>How was he going to deal with Brother Absalom?  This woman's strange appearance and even stranger arrival by water was bound to set the priest to looking for supernatural answers.   Which usually ended up with either the words "witch" or "demon".  Robert resolved to keep the priest in the dark as long as possible.  Fortunately, Brother Absalom was out visiting parishioners in one of the nearby villages and would not be back until evening.  By that time, he could come to his own conclusions about the woman without the priest's voice in his ear.<br/><br/>The doctor, wizard and priest each thought they were the source of all wisdom.  And they spent much of their time arguing with each other as to who was the wisest.  Robert kept them around, assuming he could glean some truth from each of them.  But he never took on blind faith what any of them said.