Posted by Quasi on April 13, 2000 at 14:41:34:
My dear brother Angus,
I have just witnessed the joyful return of Seamus, Many Flags, ThreeTales, and their young friend, whom they call Timothy. The whole town and garrison turned out to welcome them. The ordeal Seamus endured has already become legend in this short time, brother. As I listened to their story, I was not surprised to hear your name mentioned and what you did. I am eternally grateful for that, dear brother.
This is the first time I have laid me eyes on me own son since I left him and his mother in Ireland when he was a wee one. I must say I am ashamed of it now, and want in a mighty way to make amends, but I am not sure the path to take. I stood in the back of the crowd watching him, and it easy to see the lad is of my seed, Angus. I am so proud of him, yet so ashamed of me own self for what I did. I could not allow him to see me...yet. I have no sense of how he might react to me. Malcolm and Davey Gunn have told me he wishes to seek me out, and I suppose it is true. Perhaps when the people allow him some time of his own, I will go to him, and let whatever happens, happen.
Oh...here he comes, and he is alone! I have no choice now but to speak to him. Fate has put us face to face...
("Excuse me, lad. Might you have a moment to share with an old, haggard, hunchback?"
"Of course I do...what might I do for you....? FATHER??"
" Aye, I am him...."
They stare at each other a moment, and then Seamus steps forward, embracing the old man...
"Father...!"
...and the weight of a thousand stones lifts from Quasi's shoulders as both men allow the tears to flow.....)