The men followed Anne into the temple. They, Methos and Joe in particular, looked about them, marveling at the construction of the place.

"It's as if it...grew into existence," Joe mused.

"More likely, willed into existence," Methos murmured.

"We have legends and anecdotes in our records that hint about this island, going as far back as the Watchers themselves," said Joe. "But no one has been here before now, as far as I know. I even thought Constanza's arrival here was recent. How wrong I was."

"Probably," Methos said with a small smirk. Joe looked at him and snorted, shaking his head with a smile.

Methos continued," Obviously, the orchestrators of the Game intended this island to be some kind of receptor of lost Quickening, to serve this purpose when the time came. The time has come. And here we are, in the middle of it. Front row seat of the world's secret history. It's what the Watchers are all about, right? Enjoy the ride."

"Yeah, if I'm not thrown off," Joe said, "I thought that was it for me during that Quickening storm."

"You're too flinty to be wiped by some errant display of cosmic energy, Joe,"

Joe chuckled. Then saw Anne was leading them thru a doorway into a large chamber. The crystal's lower end could be seen dangling through the ceiling into the chamber.

And there was Duncan, hovering near Amanda. Amanda was seated upon a stone slab, covered in a blanket. Two babies were nestled into her arms, quiet and still. Both looked at the men as they entered the room...

One set of blue eyes and one set of brown followed the progress of the men as they approached.

Amanda looked at Joe and Methos and smiled, "Where are Richie and Fitz?"

Methos stepped forward," Oh, they'll be along soon. We didn't want to crowd you.

Don't be silly, "Joe will you go get them, please"

Methos reached Amanda's side. He looked into her face and into Duncan's... yes it was there the glow of wonder he'd seen on thousands of new mortal parents faces. He was suddenly stabbed with his own feelings... what was this, envy, jealousy, wonder... What?

He cleared his throat and looked at the two infants. They seemed much more aware and alert than any newborn he'd ever seen. "Ummm, Amanda... do they understand what they are?"

Amanda hugged the bundles, "I think so?" "Want to hold one?"

Methos who had never really ever WANTED to hold a newborn was surprised to feel his eagerness. He reached out and lifter the nearest babe from Amanda's arms. He cradled it in his arms... stared down, smiled, felt tiny fingers wrap around his pinky. I n a choked voice he asked" What's it like? And...what's her name?"

Richie and Fitz had been hanging back with a conversation of their own.

Richie was having a moment of weirdness overload, and Fitz was talking him down.

"Ritchie, it's normal in the lives of men and women. Wee bairns and all that. Natural conclusion to the interactions we are driven..." Fitz said wistfully.

"But not us. Weird wonder number one. And us, weird wonder number two. This island, three. Constanza, number four. What we saw, number five. Just what are we going to see when we get in there? I don't know if I can handle it right now."

"Richie...buck up. The women are handling it better than you," Fitz said.

Richie looked at him sharply.

"Kidding, lad. But let's get in there and see what there is to see. Don't want to offend the fair Amanda, do we?"

Joe said, "No you don't. C'mon in, fellas. This is pretty special."

Joe led the stag and satyr into the inner chamber, and they say the children.

"Wow," Ritchie breathed. "They look normal."

Anne and Amanda both looked at Ritchie.

"Well, what did you expect?" Amanda said, sounding a bit offended.

"Um...just...sorry..." Ritchie mumbled.

Amanda softened and said, "Want to hold one, Richie?"

The brown-eyed one in Amanda's lap took in Rtchie as he reached for the child. Ritchie stopped trying to figure it all out and just held the kid, who stared at him.

"Tell me, faire Amanda, and not as fair Duncan, what names for the babes?", Fitz asked.

Duncan indicated the brown eyed boy in Richie's arms, "Darius."

"And this one?", Methos asked, looking at the blue eyed little girl who held his finger tightly.

Amanda had a small tear in one eye, as she said with a proud smile, "Rebecca."