Well, everything turned out so nicely! Spring, a long-awaited vacation, a pleasant family trip to see an old friend... Yes, apparently Lord MacLyon did not deserve such happiness. Service is service, royal orders are not discussed. So please, royal hound, go to war-torn Ireland, find there the heir to the Scottish throne, unravel the next tangle of intrigue and atrocities - and return. Preferably alive. A familiar problem, isn't it? And if you’re an acquaintance, then you can handle it!.. But your wife, lord, shouldn’t be involved in the matter. Or better yet, lock her up at home under a lock - or even two! - so to speak, in order to avoid... Or send him away from Scotland altogether, out of harm’s way. Look, at least this time he won’t interfere with the work of the Secret Service! At least, I would really like to hope so...