Standing at the top of the declivity, gazing down upon the rocky road which wound up towards the mountains, she sipped her glass of champagne and struggled to overcome her cynophobia as the bubbles tickled her nose; she knew exactly where she was, but turned to her companion nonetheless, her eyes holding the question which her lips were unable to form, and the other woman smiled, reaching out a hand which Theresa took and held; "they walked that road," said Maeve, and took a small scroll from her knapsack, offering it to Theresa, who held it carefully, then unrolled it: "it's in English!" she said, surprised, as she glanced at what seemed to be a kind of journal, a voice from the distant past; "163AD ( 916 Ab Urbe Condita)? that can't be right, can it?" and Maeve smiled: "ah, but it can, you know - she tells how she came to be there, what happened, how a mysterious stranger, a Major Sam Smiles saved her life and that of her lover, then ripped apart a knapsack and climbed through it and vanished - sure and you know Major Smiles, now don't you?" and when Theresa nodded, Maeve's voice took on a triumphant note: "and isn't this the very knapsack? it's been carbon-dated and the timing's right, same for the scroll, and I was able to reconstruct it; she says the two lads who she found were named Tam and Boabie O'Hare, and they came from The Gorbals in 1947 and I traced a news report of a gas explosion in Milngavie and lo! and behold! those were two of the names among the missing, it all connects, there's no way it could be faked!" so Theresa put her glass down on a flat boulder and asked Maeve: "what do you want for it?" and her companion laughed: "it isn't money I'm after, Teri, just the chance to work with you and your Aunts and join the dots!" and Teri stared at her, still suspicious, but Maeve waved away her doubts: "look, I found it in the Library at Trinity College and had to put my life on the line to get special permission to bring it over here – you'd have thought it was the feckin Book of Kells I was trying to take out – there are lots of connections and though I've been working on the outside, I've still been able to figure out something of what's been going on and Ludmilla . . . . ." which was when Teri butted in: ". . . . . how do you know Ludmilla?" and Maeve laughed again: "it was her sister Natasha who worked with me on the stuff from the Russian Revolution, and when I realised that it contained references to two guys whose names were variants of MacFarlane and Doubleday, I remembered this scroll, so I hot-footed it back to Dublin to check, and I was right, and Ludmilla was already here and she had uncovered some other pieces of the puzzle, so when she mentioned that you were also involved, well, don't you see how it all fits?" and Theresa had to admit that it did - it was like the five dimensional jigsaw that Ludmilla and Jasmine were building and she knew that what Maeve had discovered connected with several other strands of the story: "let's head back to Melrose," she said, starting to pack up the picnic, "I think you may have found the Missing Link!"