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Excerpt from "Comes a Horseman" script
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Interview with Josepha Sherman, author of The Captive Soul, at Ad Astra con in June 1998.
Excerpt from an earlier version of the Endgame script.

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The Hebrew warrior Avram Mordecai has defended his people since the Roman seige of Masada, through 2000 years of Diaspora, ghettos, pogroms, and the Holocaust. And MacLeod has fought beside him, saving Jews from the Nazis in World War II. Now the Highlander is protecting a beautiful Palestinian diplomat at peace talks that the Zealot has vowed to disrupt by any means — including murder...

Well, there's nothing about Methos in the cover blurb above, but he does have two amusing scenes in the novel. Here's an excerpt of one of the scenes. The incident that Methos relates was actually first mentioned in the "Till Death" script but it was ultimately edited out from the show that aired. Since it was dropped from the episode, writer Donna Lettow included it in her novel.

Constantine is the Immortal ex-Roman soldier and current museum curator from second season's "Pharaoh's Daughter." In this scene, he has some guests over at his house...

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"I don't believe you two have met," MacLeod heard Constantine say as he returned. "Adam Pierson, this is—"

"Oh, we've met," MacLeod said as he saw Methos lounge in the doorway of the study in his oversize pullover and grungy raincoat. The five-thousand-year-old man was still playing at the perennial graduate student. "But I didn't know you two knew each other."

Methos shrugged out of his raincoat and dropped himself down on the settee. "It's hard to be a Classicist in Paris and avoid the Big Kahuna of antiquities for very long."

"Glass of wine, Pierson?"

"I don't suppose you have anything that tastes like it was bottled within this century? No, I didn't think so." He propped his Doc Martens up on the coffee table and eyed MacLeod's snifter. "I'll have whatever he's having."

Constantine handed Methos a glass of brandy, then pushed his feet off the furniture. Returning to his seat near MacLeod, he said, "Turns out, we'd met before. I helped him out of a little jam once."

"Marcus..." Methos said, a hint of threat in his voice. Constantine gleefully ignored him.

"What was it? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? Our young friend here was Remus, a slave in the household of one Valerius Petronius, Senator, and the horrifying force of nature that was his wife, Druscilla."

"Marcus, I'm warning you..."

MacLeod was enjoying the show. He'd never seen Methos squirm quite so much. "You were a slave?"

"It was all part of a plan," Methos said a little more petulantly than he probably would have liked. "I was Valerius's advisor." He put his feet back up on the coffee table with a loud thud and a glare at Constantine.

"Druscilla the Emasculator, we called her. Wasn't man nor boy on the Palatine Hill safe from her. Voracious she was, absolutely voracious. And Petronius, that poor blind fool, had no idea what was going on. Until the day the Emasculator set her sights on her husband's trusted advisor."

"Look, Marcus, you got your bloody nail. Do you want a pound of flesh now too?"

MacLeod was intrigued. "So what happened?"

Methos jumped in before Constantine could continue. "Same old ancient saga. I certainly wasn't the first, you can look it up in Genesis 39 — I say no, she cries rape, dead slave, game over. End of story, okay?"

"Well, not quite the end," Constantine added. "Luckily, Petronius had a certain friend who heard about the incident and rescued young Remus from the cross before he died too many times and helped him out of the country."

"You never touched her?"

It was obvious the idea still horrified Methos. "Touch her? Are you kidding? The woman had six inches and 150 pounds on me — she came near me, I ran like hell. And because of her overactive libido, Caligula became emperor in '37 instead of Petronius. All that work wasted."

"Ah, my friend, but we who remained had to live with Caligula. I think you got your revenge after all," Constantine noted.

Methos slumped back into the corner of the settee. "That's the last time I got involved in politics, let me tell you."

"So that nail in the museum is yours?" MacLeod grinned with smug satisfaction, knowing he had something he could hold over Methos forever.

Methos knew it, too, and was less than pleased. "There, you see, MacLeod, we've all got our crosses to bear. I hope you're happy. Now, can we just move on? No amount of brandy is worth this abuse."

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©1997 Warner Books, Inc. All rights reserved. Highlander: Zealot by Donna Lettow. US $5.99 ISBN 0-446-60457-7

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