Repressively, Lymond Himself Answered. “i Dislike Being

[robin Stewart] Was Your Man. True For You, You Had Withdrawn The Crutch From His Sight, But Still It Should Have Been There In Your Hand, Ready For Him. For You Are A Leader-don't You Know It? I Don't, Surely, Need To Tell You?-and That Is What Leadership Means. It Means Fortifying The Fainthearted And Giving Them The Two Sides Of Your Tongue While You Are At It. It Means Suffering Weak Love And Schooling It Till It Matures. It Means Giving Up You Privicies, Your Follies And Your Leasure. It Means You Can Love Nothing And No One Too Much, Or You Are No Longer A Leader, You Are Led.

Only Common Mortals Like The Somervilles Have Good Old Rotten Hates, Dear,' Said Her Mother. 'sir Graham Manages To Love Everybody And Wouldn't Know What You're Talking About. Have A Bun.' 'he Doesn't Love The Turks,' Said Philippa. 'he Kills Them.' 'that Isn't Hate,' Said Kate Somerville. 'that's Simply Hoeing Among One's Principles To Keep Them Healthy And Neat. I'm Sure He Would Tell You He Bears Them No Personal Grudge; And They Think They're Going To Paradise Anyway, So It Does Everyone Good.

What’s Wrong? Has Francis Been Rude? Then You Must Try To Overlook It. I Know You Wouldn’t Think So, But He Is Thoroughly Upset By Tom Erskine’s Death; And When Francis Is Troubled He Doesn’t Show It, He Just Goes And Makes Life Wretched For Somebody.

To The Men Exposed To His Rule Lymond Never Appeared Ill: He Was Never Tired; He Was Never Worried, Or Pained, Or Disappointed, Or Passionately Angry. If He Rested, He Did So Alone; If He Slept, He Took Good Care To Sleep Apart. “—i Sometimes Doubt If He’s Human,” Said Will, Speaking His Thought Aloud. “it’s Probably All Done With Wheels.

But It's Also Because Of Something Personal. My Mother And Father Met While Playing Chess, So I've Always Had A Fondness For The Game. If It Weren't For Chess, I Might Not Be Here.