"You really aren't from our Ireland then?" she asked."No, but we have connections here. Our ancestors came from County Kerry in our Reality, and sever...l of our Mothers came from the Ireland in this Reality," I told her. This confused her even more, and I had to explain about my Father and Uncle, and that they each had three Wives. Eithne was totally shocked by this. (See Magic Ink III for the details)"Your Father has three Wives, and they all get along?" she asked in disbelief."Yes, two of them. The hand was long thin and tan abnormally warm in the cold London rain. It sent a shiver though her. She looked to her left to be left speechless by the brownest eyes she had ever seen. They sparkled as they looked at her questionably. She immediately recognized them she had only spent hours online looking at them wishing she could be lucky enough to meet the man behind them Rafa Nadal. ‘Is this your car? I didn’t know it was waiting for you. Go ahead.’ She could have smacked herself she knew. By the time he was through with his morning ritual, his coffee was boiling and there was light coming to the eastern sky. Before he poured a cup of hot coffee, he took Buck’s feedbag off so he could go play in the dirt and get a drink.They still had a long ways to go, and according to his map, the terrain would become even more rugged by the mile.Before they left, Hoyt took his time brushing the red dirt out of Buck’s hair. By the time his true colors were showing through, he had him brushed. Mark kept silent and listened. He listened to what the others said and tried to learn at least a little. Harold thought Mark's silence a sign weakness, or feelings of immaturity and fear. Mark, on the other hand, realized there was much he did not know about his inheritance."Where is Rachel Jones?" Mark asked. He looked around.Harold Osterman stalled for a moment as he searched for an acceptable answer. "Ah, well, you see, she was not needed for this phase so I sent her out on an errand."Mark.