Men Would Eat Horse Droppings, If Ye

If I Die," He Whispered In The Dark, "dinna Follow Me. The Bairns Will Need Ye. Stay For Them. I Can Wait.

Through Eons Of Living In A Land So Poor There Was Little To Eat But Oats, They Had As Usual Converted Necessity Into A Virtue, And Insisted That They Liked The Stuff.

So Long As My Body Lives, And Yours -- We Are One Flesh," He Whispered, "and When My Body Shall Cease, My Soul Will Still Be Yours. Claire -- I Swear By My Hope Of Heaven, I Will Not Be Parted From You.

......what I Was Born Does Not Matter, Only What I Will Make Of Myself, Only What I Will Become.

Oh, Claire, Ye Do Break My Heart Wi' Loving You.