Chapter 15: Epilogue
sniff Well here it is. The final chapter of 'The Quiet Man'. I am so sad to see it end. I had a blast writing this fic and I want to say that I appreciate all of the wonderful reviews and encouragement you have all given me while I was writing this fic. There will not be a sequel I'm sorry to say. But be on the look out for other fics that I have written.
Five Years Later…
"Connor!" Lillian's voice called out from inside the house.
The five-year-old boy stopped in his tracks and threw a worried glance to his playmates.
"Inside, Now!" his mother yelled.
Connor turned and was heading back inside, when his father stepped into view; Connor grinned and ran over to his father, Sir Tristan, one of the knights of Arthur, King of Briton.
"Father!" the young boy shouted as his father picked him up easily.
Tristan, who had heard his wife's voice as he was walking home, grinned at his energetic son. "What have you done to get into trouble now Connor?" he asked.
Connor grinned sheepishly. "Well it wasn't me it was…" and the boy began to explain in elaborate detail how a Saxon had come into the house and how he had stopped the Saxon by taking one of the sheets and throwing it over him and beating him with the pot.
"Connor, I thought…" Lillian said as she walked to the front door but was quieted by the sight of Tristan. "Welcome home sweetheart," she greeted as he walked up to her and gave her kiss.
Lillian then turned her attention to her son, as she placed a hand on the small of her back. At 7 months pregnant, she was easily irritated. "And you young man, what do you have to say for ruining your bed sheets? That's the fifth set this year."
"I'm sorry momma?" he suggested.
Lillian shook her head in amusement as she ruffled his hair. "You better be. Now let's get inside, dinner is ready," she announced.