Blood Of My Blood," He Whispered, "and

You Could Tell From The Books Whether A Library Was Meant For Show Or Not. Books That Were Used Had An Open, Interested Feel To Them, Even If Closed And Neatly Lined Up On A Shelf In Strict Order With Their Fellows. You Felt As Though The Book Took As Much Interest In You As You Did In It And Was Willing To Help When You Reached For It.

I Gave You Justice, It Said, As I Was Taught It. And I Gave You Mercy , Too, So Far As I Could. While I Could Not Spare You Pain And Humiliation, I Make You A Gift Of My Own Pains And Humiliations, That Yours Might Be Easier To Bear.

One Dictum I Had Learned On The Battlefields Of France In A Far Distant War: You Cannot Save The World, But You Might Save The Man In Front Of You, If You Work Fast Enough.

You'll Lie Wi' Me Now," He Said Quietly. "and I Shall Use Ye As I Must. And If You'll Have Your Revenge For It, Then Take It And Welcome, For My Soul Is Yours, In All The Black Corners Of It.

Scots Have Long Memories, And They're Not The Most Forgiving Of People.