““over. Erceldoune. The Eildon Hills where Thomas the Rhymer disappeared, a wee bit south of Melrose.” “Yeah, I know where it is.” Shawn planted his foot in the stirrup and swung up onto the garron. His travels with Douglas had taught him a great deal. “So your next brilliant idea is a fairy hill?” Niall grinned. “’Tis one way of getting rid of you before you conjugate a verb poorly and make me look like a fool before the Bruce.” Shawn laughed. “Too bad for you I’ll be talking to Bruce before you can push me down a fairy hole.””
