Disclaimer: I don't still speak Scots Gaelic aside from a few words, so if my translations are wrong then blame Google Translate, not me. I also don't own any character that is not my own creation, obviously. Wish I did though. Could use the kind of money Star Wars rakes in.

A/N: I plan to update daily or almost daily, if possible. Also sorry if this chapter seems a bit short, I got part of the way through it when my water heater decided to explode, and I spent a good chunk of the day cleaning up that mess. =(

Caibideil 3

Gràinne, wearing much nicer clothes than yesterday, threw open the doors to the barn and unleashed the sheep, rousing Barriss to wake up. "Mornin'!" she said to the guest, "Oi, where's me sister?"

The answer came in the form of Ahsoka starting to sneeze and cough uncontrolably in the field, stmubling into the barn with the aromatic plant shoved up her nose to try and save herself. "I, hate, sheep!"

Gràinne and Barriss just laughed at the poor woman, while Angus bleated and licked her boot. The Mirialan Jedi looked at her friend's twin, "So have you decided if you're coming with us or not?"

"First ting's first, we're goin' to Mass, and Séamus is coming. I'll only go if he says so."

Not entire sure what having mass had to do with anything and wondering if there was also velocity and force involved, Barriss smiled and nodded, "Completely understandable. We'll wait for you here!"

"Ya know," Gràinne noted as she walked past Ahsoka, getting a large mount and climbing atop it, "The spearmint won't do much in yer nose like that. Take a bath with it." Turning to Barriss, she asked, "Ya sure ye don't wan 'ne go? There's plenty of room on me horse."

"We're fine thank you. We'll help around here." Barriss replied, as Gràinne rode off to whatever she was going to. Turning to Ahsoka, "I'll sweep the house if you watch the sheep?" Ahsoka glared at her. "Well, you'd better get the broom then."

Gràinne rode her horse Stephen into the nearby city, tying him off at a water trough and heading into the Cathedral, dropping a silver coin into the box to receive a blessing. She sat towards the middle row, which the other congregants immediately vacated, crossing themselves and muttering "deamhan, bana-bhuidseach," and "sìol-diabhail," demon, witch, and devil-spawn. One of the older women spat on her as she shuffled past in a huff. Gràinne did her best to ignore the abuse, just as she always had. Was she not just as Catholic as the rest of them? Had Pope Innocent III himself not declared from the holy Throne of Saint Peter that changelings and other non-human speaking creatures could become good Catholics? Yet here she was being treated like she was a Jew! At least she had Séamus's visit to look forward to later. As the priest prayed for them and began distributing the eucharist, she stood in line with her head down while the people in front and behind her tried to stay as far away as possible and glare if she came too close. She didn't want to cause a scene in church, again, and kept her distance from the other congregants. She kneeled and stuck out her tongue for the priest to place the wafer on it and to take a sip of the communion wine. Crossing herself with the priest's blessing, she returned to her lonely seat as the Father Stewart continued his service until they were dismissed.

Untying Stephen from his resting place, she mounted him and began to trot off towards her family farm. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed a few families pointing at her, venom in their eyes and voices. Typical as it was, she ignored it. What she couldn't ignore was the rock being thrown at her head, smacking full force into her right montral, cracking it open. Screaming in agony, and barely able to stay conscious, she fell off her horse who began to buck madly. Children being egged on by their parents began to kick her while she curled into a ball on the ground trying to protect her head and face, some throwing more rocks and spitting on her. They were eventually chased off by her father, who had come after confession. Scooping up his weeping, quivering baby girl, he climbed the horse with her still in his arms, and sped off, cursing the city-dwellers the whole trip home.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka was dusting off the table and few shelves in the house and tried to sweep but the floor was dirt anyway, so she didn't put too much effort in that front. She had gone into what seemed to be some kind of blacksmith shop and was polishing off the metal-working tools and a few weapons. She noticed something shoved into a corner and covered with blankets and an apron. Digging it out, Ahsoka realized that it was a sword and sheath. Nothing special about its manufacture, a simple carbon steel it looked like, but what was remarkable was the size of the thing. It was almost as long as she was tall and weighed a ton compared to her lightsaber. It had a note attached to the handle, "Dha mo nighean ghràdhach, le gaol, Da." Not understanding a word the note said and barely familiar with the outmoded letters, she buried it back under the cloth and continued her tidying as Barriss brought the sheep back into their pen.

In the distance Gràinne's horse could be spotted galloping back at full speed. Within minutes Stephen had stopped in front of the house as Argus carried a still screaming Gràinne into the abode, which brought the two Jedi running in after. Laying her down on a pile of blankets, Argus looked frantically for medicinal herbs that would be of use, but his wife Freya knew where those were. She wouldn't be back for another few hours though as after Mass she went to buy fabrics and sell some excess wool to the seamstresses. Argus was tearing the small house apart in his desperate search while Barriss tried to calm him down, "I'm a healer, I can help her!" while Ahsoka tried to keep her still, while avoiding looking at the gaping hole in her twin's montral. She wasn't squeamish by any stretch of the imagination, but some injuries are too horrifying to look at for any length of time, this was one of them.

Barriss knelt down to Gràinne's flailing body across from Ahsoka and said, "Can you hold her down long enough for me to work?"

"I'll try."

Barriss laid her hands on Gràinne's montral and concentrated, unleashing a pale blue glow under her palms as the hole closed when the bone began to heal itself. The flesh slowly grew back together cell by cell as Barriss reattached each individual nerve ending. Gràinne had long since stopped screaming from the torturous injury, Force Healing was known to have a numbing effect, while some considered it quite pleasurable, apparently her patient had passed out. Lifting her hands to reveal her handiwork, the injury was now totally healed, but Barriss wasn't completely satisfied. There was a rather noticeable scar where the gash had been, the most skilled healers were able to heal without any scarring. She'd just need more practice. Apparently she had been at this for several hours as both Argus and Freya were hovering over her.

Slowly opening her eyes, Gràinne looked confused at first, as if trying to remember what happened or where she was. Then she looked infuriated. Barriss had seen what Ahsoka looked like angry and both she and Ahsoka immediately recognized the expression and backed off. Hopping to her feet, the Scottish Togruta began screaming "Càit a bheil na geàrdan?! A 'cur an cuid chloinne às deidh boireannach? An robh eagal orra ro dhòmhsa a bhith a 'sabaid na blàir aca fhèin ?! Bu chòir dhaibh a bhith! Bidh mi gan sracadh às a chèile agus a 'fuaigheal an sinnsean ann am fèileadh ùr! Feumaidh mi barrachd dath dearg co-dhiù!" (trans: Where are the cowards?! Sending their children after a woman? Were they too scared of me to fight their own battles?! They should be! I'll tear them apart and sew their sinews into a new kilt! I need more red dye anyway!)

As her father tried to calm her down, a knock came at the door. A heavy, booming knock that was stern and authoritative. Ahsoka glanced at Barriss and raised an eyebrow marking. Whoever was at the door was clearly after something, or so they thought.

Gràinne's expression immediately softened however, and with girlish glee she practically squealed "Séamus!" as she ran to the door and threw it open, hopping into her betrothed's arms for the prolonged kiss of long separated lovers as he spun her around to work with her momentum and keep from falling over.

Meanwhile the Jedi pair gawked at what was quite possibly the biggest human they had ever seen. At what looked to possibly be 220 cm tall, they couldn't even see his face from inside the doorframe, but his extraordinarily pale torso was ripped with muscles that his massive shirt did a poor job of covering. His arms which wrapped around the giddy Togruta were covered in dark hair. It was almost comical, the size difference between the pair.

Breaking the kiss, an extremely smooth, deep voice cooed to the woman its owner held, "Gràinne! B'fhearr liom féin thú ná céad bó bainne!"

"Séamus! Is breá liom an oiread sin! Chaill mé tú agus smaoinigh tú ort gach lá amháin! Oi ! Caithfidh tú a fheiceáil cé a bhuail mé inné inné! Tá deirfiúr agam! Deirfiúr beo! Is cosúil nach labhraíonn sí ach Angla-Shacsanach áfach."

Bending to reveal the man's face, a smooth-shaven one with a chiseled jawline and laughing green eyes, Séamus introduced himself, "I'm yer sister's beau, Séamus O'Neill. Ye are?"

"A-Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano." Ahsoka stuttered. She didn't even know any humanoid could get this gigantic. He stood almost a meter over her once he was fully inside, and his head just barely brushed the ceiling as he stood at his full height.

It was all Barriss could do to keep her mouth from hanging open "Hi. Barriss Offee. Friend of Ahsoka's."

"Aye, a pair of beaour ye are. I see beauty runs in yer blood."

Ahsoka giggled nervously, "Yeah, umm. So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a merchant. Just came back from selling linens in Constantinople. Spakin' o' which, Gràinne, I brought ye a gift."

"Séamus, ye comin' back safe was gift enough."

Séamus took out his equally massive bag and pulled out a bolt of fine fabric. "It's silk from Greece, a royal fabric for me darlin' princess."

"Oh, Séamus!" she exclaimed before running into another embrace, not jumping this time, and nuzzling her face into his chest and his massive hands began to pet the back of her head.

Freya snapped at them. "Oi! Ye can snog all ye want later, but now it's time fir supper!" she exclaimed as she placed another gigantic helping of haggis in the middle of the table and Argus poured more beer.

Barriss smiled in pain at the revelation, leaning over she asked, "How much more haggis do you think we'll have to eat?"

"I liked it. Although I wish I didn't know what was in it. Swap my bread for your haggis?"

"Please."