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It was a vain hope, and MacLeod knew it even as he said it.

Richie never let anything drop until his curiosity was satisfied-m he
got his way.

MacLeod walked into his office and took the seat behind the desk. Again
Richie followed him. He paced restlessly across the small area and back
agam. Then he stopped and leaned forward on the desk, looking into his
mentor's eyes.

"Talk to me, Mac. So far you haven't given me a single reason that
makes sense. BesidesThe straightened and gave MacLeod one of his best
"trust-me" smiles-"I had to pull a lot

of strings to get these seatsight rows back, right on center aisle.
They're great seats, Mac, and expensive."

Duncan leaned back in his chair and looked up at the young man, pleased
in so many ways by what he saw. The Richie of today was very different
from the seventeen-year-old petty criminal who had broken into MacLeod's
antique shop a few years ago. Oh, he sfifl thought he could charm the
bees out of their honey-md sometimes he could-4ut the old Riclue Ryan
would never have attended anything more serious than a rock concert, not
unless there was a get-rich-quick scheme involved.

But the years with MacL&W had made quite a difference in the young man,
and Duncan was proud of the changes. It was more than the martial arts
and sword training, though MacLeod was a great advocate of the physical
and mental discipline they accorded. By the time Richie "died" the
first time and became aware of his own Immortality, he had already seen
enough to know the Game was in deadly earnest. He had thrown himself
into his training with the single-mindedness felt only by the young. It
had paid off; MacLeod no longer worned about Richle meeting another
Immortal each time he left the dojo.

While this physical g would help him stay alive, it was the internal
changes that would in MacLeod's opinion, make the years, perhaps
centuries, ahead of the young man wordi living. Under Duncan's
sometimes stern, sometimes amused tutelage, the shwt-wise oppoftdst that
circumstances had forced Richie to become had given way to the man of
honor Richie had always been beneath the veneer.

MacLeod knew he could not take all the credit. Much of it went to
Tessa, the remarkable mortal woman with whom Duncan had been living when
Richie first appeared. She had been a woman of rare beauty, beauty that
began with her face and went all the way through to her soul. MacLeod
had loved her as he had loved few mdiers.

To Richie she had been a friend and, though perhaps he did not realize