'The day after tomorrow we will be crowning our Queen of the May. Can anyone here imagine a more perfect Queen than Beth, with the gift of that incomparable voice?' The band played a noisy flourish and there was a unanimous shout of approval from the audience. 'Do you accept, Beth?' asked Lachlan. Beth was clearly very moved. Her eyes were misty as she made her reply. 'I am deeply honoured,' she said. 'Sure I accept! Lachlan has explained to us how the next two days are, like, very special holidays for you. As soon as they are over, Steve and I hope you will come and talk to us about Jesus, like, we'll be waiting and hoping…' '…and praying that you'll come,' added Steve. 'And now let us sing one of our old songs to Steve and Beth,' invited Lachlan. He had only to sing the first line in his deep bass tones for the whole audience and the band to join in with gusto: 'Will you go, Laddie, go To the braes o' Balquiddher We'll crown the lass your Queen We'll feast the night together…' They sang it boisterously as one sings a national anthem.As the song ended, Lachlan put his hand on Steve's shoulder, leading him forward.
