Author's Note: Lindsey here with the next chapter of this story! Only one more chapter, and this story is over. Sad day! I am extremely sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I've been suffering from chronic writer's block. You guys know what that's like, right? Anyway, I hope this chapter is worth the wait! Please enjoy!


"What did you want to ask me?" Saoirse inquired as Ceol gently set her on her feet. He looked at her lovingly, moving a lock of hair out of her face.

"Saoirse, from the moment I met you, you have driven me mad. But not in a bad way. Every moment, you infiltrate my thoughts, dominating my mind. There was a time when I would only be confident around you while I was dancing." Ceol paused, smiling at her. "But that was before I almost lost you back in the clearing. So, even though I am nervous, I am confident enough to at least ask this one question of you."

Here, Ceol took both of her hands and bent down on one knee. "My dearest, loveliest Saoirse…will you marry me?"

Saoirse gasped as tears welled up in her eyes. Ceol stood up hurriedly. "Saoirse? Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said? I'm so sorry, I-" He was cut off abruptly as Saoirse crushed her lips against his, pulling him close.

When he pulled back, he asked breathlessly, "Was that a 'yes?'"

She looked puzzled, then comprehension dawned on her face. "Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you!" With that, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. Ceol wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around in the air. Both of them were laughing giddily; Ceol and Saoirse were-finally-engaged.

"By the power vested in me by the goddess Erin, I pronounce you husband and wife." Sagart gave the new couple a heartfelt smile. "You may kiss your bride."

Ceol cupped Saoirse's face and gently pulled her into a sweet, passionate kiss. Everyone gathered applauded loudly, particularly John, Firinne, Veidhlin, and Fidil.

When the two pulled apart and faced the audience, Sagart said, "I now present to you, Lord Ceol and Lady Saoirse, the Lord and Lady of the Dance." Once again, everyone applauded loudly. There were even cheers and whistles from a few scattered places.

About ten minutes later, Saoirse had changed out of her wedding gown and into her more appropriate and comfortable white dancing gown. She was standing next to Ceol as everyone came up to them and offered various congratulations. When that was done, and everyone was milling around, doing nothing, Veidhlin and Fidil hopped up onto some tables.

"Hey!" Fidil cried out. "Aren't we supposed to be having a party?" Ceol, Saoirse, and all the guests cheered raucously.

"Amháin, beirt, triúr, ceathrar!" Veidhlin counted, waving her bow and stomping her foot. Both she and Fidil started up an energetic tune on the violins. Automatically, all the dancers except for Saoirse and Ceol leapt into the center, creating a large, wooden dance floor.

They pranced with wild abandon, kicking their heels up, holding their arms up, spinning around in circle, and clicking their heels together. About midway through the song, John waved Saoirse and Ceol forward. Laughing giddily, they both took their places at the head of the large triangle formed by the group of dancers. Ceol directed their movements, and Saoirse could not believe she was so lucky as to have this man for her husband. Finally, the music drew to its finale, and they all raised their arms above their heads in triumph. The evil that had finally plagued them was gone for good.