Ambrose thought he might have agreed, but he would think on that later, when he’d repaid Fulbert for his insults. He threw himself happily into the fray, but vowed he would visit the Highlands again before long. It was the home of his heart and he could not go long without being there, even after so many centuries.
Besides, he would need the rest. Mrs. Pruitt might be taxing, but she paled in comparison to his next match to be made.
Ah, but a shade’s work was never done.
Fortunately.
He drew his sword and went about his current business, joyously throwing himself into the fray and leaving the happy contemplation of the future in the Future, where it belonged.