I'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving,
Somewhere, somewhere.

Everyone gasped at his statement, having not realized how far back the barbaric action had gone on. John still sat staring at his hands, confusion and astonishment coursing through

him.

Finally, he looked up at Conner, an unreadable expression on his face, "Why does...did she have copies of my books and newspaper clippings about our family? If she found out

who I was, and about my family, why didn't she just tell me everything or contact my family?"

Conner gave John a sympathetic smile, his old eyes shining with understanding, "Don't doubt tha lass' love for ya lad. She loved ya more than life itself, which is why she took

tha chances she did. Felicity watched tha two of ya like a hawk till tha weddin. Felicity chose Lyanna's seventeenth birthday ta be your wedding day, one because it gave

Lyanna a month ta change her mind, and two because she wanted ta make sure tha drugs took effect as they should. Tis tha only reason Lyanna couldna help ya more. At

first, ah was surprised when tha money was brought back ta tha ship. As per custom, half of it was given ta tha intended bride. Ah thought Lyanna would refuse it, tha lass

had never shown any interest in tha riches we brought back, but she didn't, she took it."

Conner saw the dark look, that passed over Scott's face, and was quick to defend, "Now don't ya be thinking like that about tha lass. Tis not tha reason she took it. Lyanna would

never have done that ta tha lad. She took it so she could buy information about his family and take care of him." The old man sighed, his shoulders slumping, "Ah'm sorry lad,

ah shouldna have gotten mad at ya. Ah wasn't being fair toward ya, ya not knowin tha lass and all. Lyanna would be very upset with me, ya bein John's brother and all.

Lyanna used tha money ta buy tha books and tha papers, so she could remind ya overtime who ya be. She didna know if it would work, but she tried, even though she

knew she might lose ya. And it had ta be a little at a time, cause if Felicity hada found out she'd a killed John, then and there, and from tha looks of it, she'da killed tha poor

lass too. Ah'm so sorry lad, we'll all miss her. She was such a sweet lass."

John shuddered, as he thought about how they had both ended up on the island, about their short time together, and about her untimely and cruel death, frowning he looked up at

the Colonel, "How did you find us? What made you search here?"

The Colonel nodded sadly, "It was because we had been informed that someone here on the island had been buying information about you and your family. We were not

told who the person was. In fact, most of the information, led us to believe it was several different people."

Everyone turned to Conner, who smiled slightly, "Tha lass was a smart one. She either asked or paid someone here on tha island, those who didna like Felitcity or her ways, ta

buy tha information from sailors on tha ships that passed through here. It be on purpose ya see, tha lass figured it be tha only way ta let others know ya be here, as well as

gain information ta remind ya of who ya be. Like ah said, tha lass was a smart one."

Scott, while overjoyed that John's wife was free of guilt, frowned, confusion overlying his relief "How did she tell you about what she found out, John?"

It was Conner, not John, who answered Scott's question, laughter in his voice as he spoke, "That be tha lass agin. Tha lass told stories ta tha children and their parents here on

tha island, and always when tha lad was about. Not that tha two of ya were ever far from each other. She spun fairytales of dragons and knights, ah even loved ta listen ta

them. And every story she told, had courageous knights and a king, with tha same names as tha stories before. Do ya how many babies have been given tha names Scott,

Virgil, Alan, Gordon, or Jeff here on tha island, since she began her stories? Every now and then ah remember her including a queen in her stories as well, a queen by tha

name of Lucy. Always seemed such a simple name, for tha beautiful description of tha woman in her story. There be several little Lucy's among the wee babes as well."

Gasps echoed around the table, as the Tracy family began to understand the cleverness of Lyanna's plan and how she had unknowingly characterized them all perfectly in her stories.

Shock, melting into overwhelming sadness, crossed John's face, as he realized that his wife had, in the end, paid for his freedom with her life.

Standing up, he placed a trembling hand on the old man's shoulders, his voice soft and broken, "Thank you...Conner. You were always...nice to us...and I...we appreciated it. I'll

make sure the authorities know about everything you did for us... for me." After squeezing the older man's shoulder once, John slowly walked back into the house, silently

disappearing.