We Are Bound, You And I, And

When I Asked My Da How Ye Knew Which Was The Right Woman, He Told Me When The Time Came, I'd Have No Doubt. And I Didn't. When I Woke In The Dark Under That Tree On The Road To Leoch, With You Sitting On My Chest, Cursing Me For Bleeding To Death, I Said To Myself 'jamie Fraser, For All Ye Canna See What She Looks Like, And For All She Weights As Much As A Good Draft Horse, This Is The Woman.

There Is An Oath Upon Her," He Said To Arch, And I Realized Dimly That He Was Still Speaking In Gaelic, Though I Understood Him Clearly. "she May Not Kill, Save It Is For Mercy Or Her Life. It Is Myself Who Kills For Her.

I Meant It, Claire,' He Said Quietly. 'my Life Is Yours. And It's Yours To Decide What We Shall Do, Where We Go Next. To France, To Italy, Even Back To Scotland. My Heart Has Been Yours Since First I Saw Ye, And You've Held My Soul And Body Between Your Two Hands Here, And Kept Them Safe. We Shall Go As Ye Say.

What Underlies Great Science Is What Underlies Great Art, Whether It Is Visual Or Written, And That Is The Ability To Distinguish Patterns Out Of Chaos.

How Did You Keep This By You?" Grey Demanded Abruptly. "you Were Searched To The Skin When You Were Brought Back." The Wide Mouth Curved Slightly In The First Genuine Smile Grey Had Seen. "i Swallowed It," Fraser Said. Grey's Hand Closed Convulsively On The Sapphire. He Opened His Hand And Rather Gingerly Set The Gleaming Blue Thing On The Table By The Chess Piece. "i See," He Said. "i'm Sure You Do, Major," Said Fraser, With A Gravity That Merely Made The Glint Of Amusement In His Eyes More Pronounced. "a Diet Of Rough Parritch Has Its Advantages, Now And Again.