It then hit me...how strange this all was. I had completely imagined her to be as myself..an Immortal, but she was...
My mind reeled. She must have been dead thousands of years.
"But Methos," I began, tentatively. "This Akhmose..."
"You've had a very powerful Quickening...and of course you have questions, he must have been very old...but I never knew this Immortal...I can't know everything."
"Do I look like her? You *did* see her?"
He looked at me. He shook his head.
"No. Maybe. It's the way you are...the hair...red...and that...make-up. And the ankh. And..." he rose.
"You are *nothing* like her. You have to stop this."
I let him leave. I had things to think over.
Posted on Jul 24, 1999, 10:49 PM from IP address 216.164.250.111