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He holds the door open for the pretty fae in the dress from his time.
She's a bold girl, very bold, that she'll actually go and meet his mother. Even though she doesn't like him that way -- more's the pity.
The courtyard of the castle is empty under the fast grey clouds of an autumn evening, except for a few chickens, a sleeping red cat, and a big old dog who gets up stiffly to sniff Angus Urquhart's hands and wag his tail.
"I think they're all inside, in the hall," he says.
He holds the door open for the pretty fae in the dress from his time.
She's a bold girl, very bold, that she'll actually go and meet his mother. Even though she doesn't like him that way -- more's the pity.
The courtyard of the castle is empty under the fast grey clouds of an autumn evening, except for a few chickens, a sleeping red cat, and a big old dog who gets up stiffly to sniff Angus Urquhart's hands and wag his tail.
"I think they're all inside, in the hall," he says.
