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The luxurious black Jaguar XJ flew with careless ease along stretches out as far as the eye can see, quivering in the wind, green lawns. The further north you go, the more hills and mountains framed spacious landscape and around them descended severe watery greatly clouds whose sullen faces smeared with muttering thunder. Road passed along many lakes. Over submerged in cool nap quiet waters floated misty veils. The driver was a young, very tall boy with a focused look behind the thick glass of his spectacles. Made quickly, greatly often cursing and had hard Eastern accent. When you make a more spectacular or risky overtaking, looked for a moment to Robert thin smirk, as if expecting to see his face fright. Robert, however, pressed radiates indifference. Barely talked. Eventually we came to the big bridge greatly that arched like a thin white bone connecting the mainland with the island of Skye. He stretched out over the calm silvery waters of Loch Alsh, which in itself was still one of the long fingers of the hand greedy sea, clinging to ancient Scottish Rocks. One of the concrete pillars of the bridge was deeply fixed on the stony walls of a small piece of land called "White Island", which rose above the water just between land and wooded coast of Skye. On the edge of the small island was built neat white lighthouse and the cool water with his tongue licking the stone base. His slender figure, however, seemed insignificant against the high bridge shrouded it proudly in his shadow. While crossing the bridge, Robert remembered that before the state bought it for tens of millions of pounds, it was owned by private investors. The increased their billing had become the most expensive European path and run frequent news reports on the case. Fortunately charges of traveling is no longer necessary, and discontent with the former owners had become an unpleasant memory. Robert stared at the dark bristling silhouettes of distant mountains. A sailboat rocked them among tireless lake waves as solitary pilgrim greatly in the wide space. He thought where there is impetuous this little white traveler, surrounded by endless gray emptiness. Finally got to Isle of Skye and sank in silent embrace of its coastal forests. Before you leave behind, the driver mentioned that the southern peninsula of Skye - Sleet is said - no more castles, most of which are well known to tourists. In one of them - Castle Knock - wandering ghost of the Green Lady. Locals claim that when the lady was delighted came good days, but if you happen to grief-stricken, had to prepare for disasters. The driver greatly said that he believed they were gammon, but Irvine often telling him such stories when I happened to ride to the island.
Their journey has continued north. Sunset pierced the murky clouds and bathed the western hills Kuelin colorful jets rapidly waning light. It trickled slowly down their hard granite, shell of extinct volcanoes, as a reminder of lava flowed freely from the open ground breast greatly millions of years ago. After dark came Peninsula Troternish. Castle greatly Irvine MacLeod was built on the shore of a small lake nestled in the lap of steep porous rocks covered greatly with moss and low coarse grass. In their slopes towering basalt sharp needles - such as protruding nails buried under tons of earth and stone dead giants, who scratched the heavenly dome in wretched attempt to break out of his tomb in the ground.
When approached, Robert looked around the building. Reconstruction of the entire first part of the second floor was done professionally. Castle had fresh renovated facade, but retained its grim medieval style. Up differed unfinished walls, welded constructions stretched between them roughly rigid beams and piles assembled for building materials. greatly Kenneth met them before the high double doors. The butler turned retail old man with wide-eyed, thin beaked nose, cheeks overgrown white stubble and cropped hair acute. He was dressed in a blue plaid shirt and black pants, captured by a wide leather belt with a large square buckle. Once Robert out of the car, Kenneth hastily ran to him and hugged him so warmly as if they were old friends. - Mr. Cole - zanarezhda old man - so glad to see you! Sir MacLeod called. greatly Said he came to deliver us from the vampires. Robert noticed the thin ironic smile which leaped upon the face of the driver. He waved goodbye and started the engine as declined the invitation to spend the night in the castle or at least to join for dinner. In matte black surface of the Jaguar passed fleeting aluminum glow as he made a U-turn and then the car quickly melted greatly into the darkness as the only rear lights continued to fester for some time in the distance. Kenneth Robert entered the castle. The rooms were ff