Methos read his own Closing Report with a mix of satisfaction and regret. It had been a lovely plan. Joe had played his part to perfection, fooling them all, right to the end.
MacLeod getting caught up in the farce was unintended, but inevitable, in hindsight. The man was simply incapable of avoiding quests, villains, or damsels in distress. Mon chevalier sans peur et sans reproche. Methos wondered how long it would take MacLeod to notice that his fallen giant was merely a windmill.
Methos raised a glass. "Goodbye, Joe Dawson and Duncan MacLeod. It's good to be a legend."