"Not as such," Jamie says. He had gotten here through a door, proper, but he knows standing stones can be used to go between worlds. "My wife, Claire, she came to me through the stones. They work at certain times of year, when the way between the worlds is thinner than usual."

Those are old legends, older than Christ, and just thinking of them makes Jamie cross himself unconsciously; hopefully this man isn't out to catch a Papist and turn him in or else he's in trouble.