Meehall: A Time Travel Romance (Dunskey Castle Book 10)

by Jane Stain

  Meehall

  A Time Travel Romance

  Dunskey Castle Book 10

  Jane Stain

  Copyright held by Cherise Kelley writing as Jane Stain.

  All rights reserved.

  The Dunskey Castle Series

  Tavish

  Seumas

  Tomas

  Time of the Celts

  Time of the Picts

  Time of the Druids

  Leif

  Taran

  Luag

  Meehall

  Contents

  A quick note about the historical setting for Meehall

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  A quick note about the historical setting for Meehall

  The Scots are feisty and fiercely independent. Have you ever wondered how England got Scotland under its power?

  The story of Scotland’s surrender to England went something like this:

  The Scots Parliament saw England and Spain colonizing the world and bringing home treasures unimaged. They wanted in on that action.

  Despite the disapproval of their king, they scoured the globe, searching for the best place to put a Scottish colony. One that would bring them wealth. One that was different from all the other colonies.

  They settled on The Darien Bay of faraway Panama. They would have their colonists dig a canal through the isthmus. Scotland’s leaders would get rich charging England and Spain’s ships for passage!

  So in the 1690s, more than two hundred years before the Panama Canal was finished, Scotland started it. The Scottish leaders committed their kingdom’s wealth and almost three thousand settlers to founding a Scottish colony.

  They named this colony Caledonia, the name the Romans had used for Scotland.

  Scotland’s leaders failed, however, to anticipate Spain’s military response. Furious at the invasion into their declared territory, Spain blockaded Darien Bay and lay siege to Caledonia, whose settlers were already plagued by disease.

  The Scots called on their allies for help. The indigenous people of Panama, called the Kuna today, came to the aid of the Scots, but they were no match for the Spanish Empire. England blockaded their other allies from sailing to their aid.

  Abandoning the colony in March of 1700 to the Kuna —who still live there and call it Caledonia— left Scotland in financial ruin. Only half of the settlers made it home.

  England ‘came to the rescue’ and proposed an Act of Union.

  Scotland accepted, and in 1707, Scotland and England became a new nation called Great Britain.

  Most of the following story takes place in Scotland in 1706 amid the common people’s anger at their leaders’ reckless loss of life and wealth, not to mention rumors of a pending union with England.

  The Darien Chest held the money and documents of the Company of Scotland. Now on display in the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh, it has a beautiful mechanical locking mechanism. Photo taken by Kim Traynor - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15854408

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  When Sarah first started her job here at Celtic University, it had seemed glamorous. All those years she re-enacted Scottish history as a teen, she had only dreamed of one day translating ancient Gaelic texts and inscriptions. A year later, it just amounted to typing all day. And sweeping up the piles of dust these ancient texts and artifacts left on the floor.

  Checking to make sure no one could see her and then twirling the broom around her like a quarterstaff on her way to put it up, she looked out through the bevel leaded-glass recently added to the ancient arrow-slit window in the wall made of gray stones the size of her head.

  The Highlands lurked out there in all their Scottish glory: lush thistled meadows between soaring gray-stone mountains backed by stormy clouds with brooding personality.

  Wrinkling her nose in embarrassment, she recalled how excited she’d been when she first got here, thrilled just be able to have this view all the time. Now, she longed to be out there having her own adventures, rather than sitting here inside, typing about the adventures of others. These ancient Celtic myths and legends were full of Druid magic, tests of wit, Scottish castles, and forbidden love. Who wouldn’t want to take part?

  A pang of guilt took her, remembering the fit her old friend had thrown when Sarah admitted she was thinking of quitting the job Kelsey had pulled strings to get her. But If Sarah no longer liked her job, then she ought to be able to quit without her friends complaining about it, right?

  After all, Kelsey didn't owe Celtic University half the loyalty she showed. They had made Kelsey a Druid without her knowledge or consent. Well, okay, being a Druid was kind of cool, but to do something like that against someone's will was unforgivable.

  Kelsey's undying loyalty to Celtic U was downright foolish.

  With a deep sigh, Sarah turned away from her fantasies outside and considered the pile of ancient Celtic artifacts on her desk, looking for the next one she would work on. It didn't really matter. They had all blended into one boring lump of ‘same old, same old.’

  However, the choice was taken away from her. Gertrude, Chief Secretary at the University, came over to Sarah's desk. "This has just come to us from on high. It is to be the very next thing you work on. And be quick about it. They want it as soon as possible." With that, Sarah’s boss unceremoniously plopped an object down under Sarah’s nose before walking back toward her office at the end of the room full of desks like Sarah's.

  But Sarah wasn't concerned with anything her boss had said. No, her heart was racing and she was trying her hardest not to hyperventilate.

  Because the iron bracer on her desk was familiar. She'd seen it in a dream Kelsey had shared with her, a dream compiled of the memories of a mutual friend who had once been much more than a friend, years ago back at the Renaissance Faire.

  Kelsey could do that. Dream walking was her magical druidic specialty. She was able to enter the dreams —and thus conjure the memories— of anyone she'd ever touched, and back in their teens, the 12 of them had been inseparable:

  Sarah and Michael (Meehall in Gaelic), Ashley and Gabriel (Meehall’s twin, who took the Gaelic name Conall once he was 13, because Gabriel was considered weak and feminine);

  Lauren and Jeff (Meehall’s younger brother), Jaelle and John (Eoin, Jeff’s twin, the 4th son of Dall’s first son, Peadar);

  Kelsey and Tavish (Meehall’s uncle of the same age), Amber and Tomas (Tavish’s older twin).

  Yes, it was weird there were three sets of twins, but that wasn’t the half of it. All the guys had disappeared from all the girls’ lives the day before the oldest set of twins, Tavish and Tomas, turned 18. Kelsey and Amber were back together with Tavish and Tomas now, but the rest of them were still parted. Oh, Kelsey had explained the guys were just trying to save their girlfriends from the family curse, but Meehall’s desertion still stung.

  Anyway, the bracer on Sarah’s desk brought to mind the most recent memories of Meehall’s that Kelsey had shared with Sarah, in all their heartbreaking details.

  ***

  Looking gorgeous in his kilt, Meehall played with his sons. They were five, four, and three years old, and they lived with him among the Murray clan in 1706. Meehall's father was from the 1500s, and Meehall h
ad distant cousins among the Murray clan.

  Meehall and his family were really MacGregors, but that name had been outlawed, and so the Murrays had taken them in. The clan slogan, ‘MacGregor despite them,’ so strong in the new world, lived on here in Scotland only in telling the children they were really MacGregors.

  The game he played with his sons resembled hockey, but with natural sticks and a ball made of knotted cloth. The children ran after and around their father, all three ganging up on him, trying to get the ball away, enthusiastically coaching each other in Gaelic.

  "‘Tis ower there!"

  "I hae this side!"

  "He is gaun’ae run!"

  "We hae tae stay with him!"

  The sounds of their laughter hit Sarah's heart with mixed feelings. On the one hand, the little Scots were adorable; who wouldn’t love them? On the other hand, they were his with another woman.

  Jealousy was petty, especially now, nine years after Meehall left her. But try as she might, Sarah couldn’t shake off the green-eyed monster.

  Meehall's memories shifted back to the time when his wife, Cairstine, was alive. Blonde and beautiful, she’d been the vision of a Celtic goddess. Statuesque, while mousey-haired Sarah was more the girl next door.

  Seeing Meehall with Cairstine made Sarah's heart hurt in a way she couldn't bear. But she knew the woman had died, and so instead of anger, her heart went out to Meehall. Losing his children’s mother must've devastated him.

  Meehall’s memories moved forward in the dream. He was happy, hunting with his distant cousins. Ciaran and Baltaire both had dark hair and eyes like Meehall’s parents, while Meehall himself had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. His grandfather, Dall, said Meehall and Conall were the spit and image of their great grandmother. She lived in the 1500s, so they had to take Dall’s word for it.

  Meehall’s memories drifted to when Cairstine took sick. He had to take her to a safe location, because wherever he was when he left this time period, that's where he would return, and there was a dangerous feud on, between the Murrays and the Camerons.

  Meehall carried his wife to a cave, went inside, and put on the bracer. It was cumbersome, not something he wore all the time.

  The world swirled around them, blurring as if they had fallen off a galloping horse and were spinning through the air on their way to the ground.

  Meehall and Cairstine materialized inside old Chancellor Stanley's office, here at Celtic University.

  Sarah knew the room, because all the secretaries were frequently called into it whenever the old man wanted to give them what he called praise, but what they grumbled about as tedium, when he wasn’t around.

  Stanley’s office was large. The man’s huge desk only took up one corner, and there were couches and armchairs enough for two dozen secretaries to sit in, as well as a fireplace, a reading table, and a dozen bookcases.

  Meehall and his sick wife had arrived in this room during Meehall's real timeline here in the 21st century—

  Which Sarah now realized had been just a few weeks before Kelsey got her this job. Why hadn't she realized that before? Wait. Wait just a darn second. She had realized it before. Why had she forgotten? It seemed significant.

  The old Chancellor came into his office just as Meehall and Cairstine arrived. "’Tis sorry I am, Meehall, but I canna allow ye to take her outside o’ this room. The exposure would be too great. She does na have the training to go into the modern waurld—"

  Meehall drew his sword, rushing the old man.

  But Stanley merely held up his hand.

  Frozen in place, Meehall seethed, "Then get a doctor tae come here. If ye dinna, her blood will be on yer hands."

  The Chancellor gave Meehall a sad smile. "Nay, I canna do that either. This modern time has too many ways the secret o’ time travel would be revealed if I did so. Nay, she is gaun'ae have to die, and that is too bad. Ye only have three sons."

  The world spun again. Meehall and Cairstine were back in the 1700s.

  And then time had flown forward and Meehall was alone, crying.

  Meehall's memories let her know the bracer always brought him to that room and that when he wanted to go back to the past, he always had to leave from that room.

  Sarah also remembered now that Meehall resented this stipulation by the Druids who ran Celtic University. Why hadn't she remembered that before? No wonder Kelsey walked on eggshells around the other druids, if they meddled this much in people's lives. And no wonder Meehall kept showing up at Celtic. Why hadn’t Kelsey just reminded her of that when Sarah complained about him being here? Because complain, she had.

  Sarah tried to keep her own memories of Meehall from taking over, but they were relentless. Circle dances out on the field away from the rest of the faire in the evenings when the breeze was cool and the sun no longer beat down on them. Sarah learning the quarterstaff next to Meehall learning the sword. Sneaking away from faire business-meetings together in order to make out in the spice booth, whose owner always took the spices home for the night, not wanting them to get damp if it rained. Sharing a tent with all the other girlfriends that first summer —until her parents figured out the girls were all dating brothers and probably shouldn't be left alone at night.

  Tears came to Sarah’s eyes, thinking about how close she'd been with Meehall. She had thought it would never end, right up to that day nine years ago, when all six of the guys simply disappeared.

  ***

  Fortunately, it was time for lunch. Sarah had a good excuse to put off describing the inscriptions on the bracer in such a way that even foreign professors would understand them. The druids went to a lot of trouble to fit in with the academic community so as not to raise suspicions, which meant keeping an extensive intranet, open only to their colleagues at other universities.

  But Sarah didn't have a good excuse for slipping the bracer into her bag.

  She knew she should have their mutual friend Kelsey give it back to Meehall, in the course of which Kelsey could explain to Gertrude the bracer wasn't something they should keep in the office. That would've been the sensible thing to do.

  However, even though Sarah perfectly understood Meehall had left her to protect her from his family’s curse, she wanted to make him suffer for leaving her. Just for a little while.

  Walking the old stone hallways decorated with ancient runes had been bliss when Sarah first arrived here at Celtic. Now, even as she admired its beauty, she cursed every time she tripped over the uneven stone flooring, and she groaned when she entered the formal dining room with its high ceilings that made everything echo. She wanted to be out there enjoying the Highlands, not cooped up in this stuffy old school. Who knew you could get cabin fever in a place this large?

  Nadia and Ellie were already seated at their usual table in the corner.

  "Did someone eat your lunch?" Nadia teased. "I've never seen you this upset." Her gray eyes softened a bit, and she brushed her long brown hair back behind her olive-skinned shoulder in order to lean over and give Sarah a sideways hug. "I was hoping you would help me soften Gertrude up for my transfer to the ballads department, but what's the matter?"

  Ellie's usually joyful freckled face bunched up in concern, and her red curly hair jiggled as she leaned over quickly to hug Sarah from the other side. "Yeah, what's wrong? Need us to go beat someone up for you?"

  Despite herself, Sarah chuckled at Ellie’s joke, hugging her friends in return. "I almost didn't come to lunch, but then I remembered you would cheer me up. No, there's no one to beat up this time."

  They all laughed at the idea of Ellie and Nadia beating anyone up. Sarah’s friends were strong enough, Ellie being a hiker and Nadia a dancer, but there wasn’t a mean bone in their bodies. It was almost as if Gertrude looked for meekness when she hired clerks. That was why Sarah only practiced her quarterstaff moves in the privacy of her dorm room, or on the sly with her broom.

  Ellie pointedly turned back toward the bank of a hundred tiny leaded glass windows. "Wel
l as it happens, Nadia and I were just discussing something that will cheer you up." She leaned in toward Sarah, pulling Nadia in with her before she whispered, "We're calling in sick tomorrow to go to the carnival that’s come to town. Call in sick too, and come with us."

  Sarah guffawed, then whispered back, "Yeah, because that wouldn't be at all suspicious: all three American clerks calling in sick on the same day after sitting here with our heads together."

  Her friends looked repentant and started to sit back, away from her.

  But Sarah hugged them to her again. "You don't have any need to call in sick tomorrow. I just thought of a way to get back at the person who made me so mad just now. I'm taking the two of you back in time."

  Both of her friends burst out laughing.

  "Good one!" Ellie said with a thumbs up and a freckle-faced wink. “I’ll make a jokester out of you yet!”

  “You know we would both love to go back in time,” Nadia scolded with that wise look she could summon into her gray eyes when she sang. “Don’t tease us.”

  Sarah smiled at them like the cat who ate the canary, then spoke in a low whisper while smiling nonchalantly in case anyone from another table was watching them because they had laughed so loudly. “I’m not teasing. Consider where we work, and with what.” She wiped her mouth, carefully folded her napkin so as to attract her friends’ attention, and then gently laid it on her empty plate.

  It worked. Both of them were staring at her.

  She smiled at them in the way of someone holding back a surprise, then patted the bulge the bracer was making in her bag, under the table. "Don’t take your afternoon break. Take off work fifteen minutes early instead and meet me here. I need to show you something."

  “I don’t know,” Ellie teased, “that’s when I usually go on my run. I really shouldn’t miss it, not even for one day when you show us something awesome.”

  They didn't waste any time jumping up and gathering their things from the next table, anxious to get back early so they could get the day’s work done and leave a little early.

  "This is a nice turn of events."