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"Richie-it's a long stoy."

"well, Mac," Richie said with an expansive shrug, "you keep reminding me
I have plenty of time."

Duncan looked down at the papers in fi-ont of him. Again, he gave a
silent sigh; he knew he would have no peace until Richie had his answer.

Sliff the words did not want to come. With four hundred years of
memories, not aB of them were pleasant ones. Some were filled with
regrets and sorrows that he preferred to keep private. He stared for a
moment more out of the windows of the office into the empty interior of
the dojo, where everything was orderly and calm. A part of him wished
life could be just as serene. But it was not; life was, well, life-full
of all the twists and turns that made a man who he was.

Duncan looked at Richie's expectant face and knew he would honor the
young man's friendship with honesty. "Richie, I knew the Dalai Lama
once, a long time ago, and we didn't part on the best of terms. I don't
think it's a good idea for me to attend this rally."

"You knew him? When, Mac-before he left Tibet?" MaciM could not help
the quick grin that quirked the corners of his mouth. "Yes, before he
left Tibet. It wasn't this Dulai Lama I knew. It was the eighth, two
hundred years ago."

"The eighth Dalai Lama," Richie repeated. "And this guy's like the
fourteenth, right? Well dien, Mac, where's the problem? I mean, why
would he even recognize you?"

"Because one of the ways the Dalai Lama is verified in each new
incarnation is the ability to recognize the people and things from his
past lives. I don't want to be one of them. Now, I've got work to do.
Go find a girl you can impress by your socialconsciousness and take her
to the rally."

"That wasn't what I had in mind when I bought the tickets," Richie said,
nodding, "but it might work. See you later, Mac."

"Yeah, later. Now get out of here."
As the young hmortal left, MacLeod . shook his head, amused. Richie
would, no doubt, find a way to turn a mily for world peace and ftwom
into a night of romance.

Oh, to be that young again.

The door closed behind Richie, and, in the sudden silence, MacLeod once
more stared at the papers in front of him. They were balance statements
for the dojo's expenses, minor bookkeeping that he had done hundreds of