Dmitri looked out over the farmstead. The departing French had destroyed much, but with hard work he and Mikhail almost had things back to the way they were before.

As he often did, Dmitri pulled the heavy gold object off his belt and opened it. He was still bewildered by the dials. The mysterious red light, ever since the day at Novodevichy when they stopped the explosives, had disappeared, to be replaced by an equally mysterious green light beside it.

"Dmitri!" Katya called from behind him. "Papa says I may go to Novodevichy today. Will you come with me?"

"Sure," Dmitri said. "Why not?"

At the convent, Dmitri and Katya were greeted warmly by the nuns. They considered Dmitri a hero and Katya possibly touched by God for her timely intervention and bringing Dmitri with her the night Novodevichy could have been destroyed. The two of them, along with Alexei, another hero in their eyes for sacrificing his house for the convent, had carte blanche to visit Novodevichy any time they wished and to enter any building there.

Today, as they often did, Dmitri and Katya entered the cathedral. The vaulted ceilings, the icons of the saints, the paintings and the statues brought one nearer to heaven, in Katya's view.

"Did I ever show you this statue, Dmitri?" Katya said, leading him to a small alcove filled with a marble statue. "I always loved his face. I used to make up all kinds of stories about him."

The statue was of a young, boyish angel with a head full of curls. He was kneeling and holding a sword before him, the tip of the sword on the ground as he held the hilt. He was smiling and his eyes seemed to look right at the one viewing him. As Dmitri looked at the statue, it was if a thunderbolt had struck his mind, clearing away everything that had been obscuring his memories. He heard a voice say in his mind, "Wow, is that Excalibur?" and the young voice that haunted his dreams suddenly had a face and a name. "Jeffrey," he breathed.

"Dmitri?" Katya said uncertainly, seeing the emotion crossing his face. "Are you all right?"

"I'm better than all right!" Dmitri exclaimed, grabbing Katya and lifting her into the air as he spun her around. "I remember! I remember everything! You did it, just like God said you would!"

Katya began to laugh in excitement, as Dmitri continued, "My name's not Dmitri. It's Phineas – Phineas Bogg. I've got to go! I've got to get back to Jeff!"

"Go? Just like that? But go where, Dmitri – I mean Phineas? And who is Jeff?"

"Tell your mother and father I said thank you for everything! And have a happy life, Katya! Give Alexei a chance, you two have so much in common! Goodbye and thank you!" And with that Bogg grabbed the Omni off his belt and ran out of the church, leaving Katya standing there in shock.

In the courtyard, he quickly set the dials for Camlann, 537. "I'm coming, Jeff," he said, pushing the button and winking out of existence.

vVvVv

Bogg landed on snow-covered ground. Looking around swiftly, he saw the mountain pass that he had gone through with Jeffrey and began to run.

By the lake, he looked around wildly. "Jeff! Jeff!" he yelled but all he heard was the whistle of a cold wind. Then he saw the cairn and ran toward it. Seeing the arrow and the "J," he felt a sense of elation. Smart kids may give me a pain sometimes, but not today! he thought.

Sighting along the arrow, he saw that it was pointing toward a pass through the mountains opposite of the one he had just come through. He ran as fast as he could and at the top saw another cairn with another direction arrow and "J."

Two hours later, Bogg was frantically wondering if he had missed something when he saw a hut in the distance. "Please be there, Jeff," he muttered as he ran toward it. He threw open the door and saw a startled woman and a passel of kids gawking at him. "Is Jeff here? Where is he?" he demanded.

The oldest boy stood up and said uncertainly, "Bogg?"

"Yeah, I'm Bogg. Where's Jeff?"

The woman and children moved to one side and Bogg saw a bed and the head full of dark curls that he had been seeking. He moved toward him, but the woman caught his arm. "He's been very ill," she said. "But God be praised he seems to be on the way to recovery."

Bogg knelt beside the bed and saw that Jeffrey was sleeping deeply. His breathing was a bit shallow and he could hear a bit of a rattle in his chest. He reached out and touched his cheek. "He's very hot," he said to the woman.

"He's much better than he was," she responded. "Owen, get Mr. Bogg a chair."

The oldest boy did as he was told, but he thrust the chair toward Bogg hostilely. "How could you leave him out there like that?" he burst out. "He waited and waited for you. He was hungry and scared and then he got sick, but he just kept waiting for you and you never came!"

Bogg sank down into the chair and reached out for Jeffrey's hand. Blanche saw that there were tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jeff," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."