Methos pockets the stone chip, and takes another swing at the gravestone, altering the angle a little in hopes of hitting a fault. This is far from the best tool for the job, but nothing immediately available strikes him as any better.

"If he can leave, it might be for the best," he says, chancing a glance back over his shoulder at Bryn and Beau. "And maybe whoever's waiting around outside can run to the hardware store for a sledgehammer."