For Where All Love Is, The Speaking

Everyone Can Lie, Young Roger, Given Cause Enough. Even Me. It's Only That It's Harder For Those Of Us Who Live In Glass Faces; We Have To Think Up Our Lies Ahead Of Time.

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.

…but Sassenach—i Am The True Home Of Your Heart, And I Know That.” He Lifted My Hands To His Mouth And Kissed My Upturned Palms, One And Then The Other, His Breath Warm And His Beard-stubble Soft On My Fingers. “i Have Loved Others, And I Do Love Many, Sassenach—but You Alone Hold All My Heart, Whole In Your Hands,” He Said Softly. “and You Know That.

Murtagh Was Right About Women. Sassenach, I Risked My Life For Ye, Committing Theft, Arson, Assault, And Murder Into The Bargain. In Return For Which Ye Call Me Names, Insult My Manhood, Kick Me In The Ballocks And Claw My Face. Then I Beat You Half To Death And Tell Ye All The Most Humiliating Things Have Ever Happened To Me, And Ye Say Ye Love Me." He Laid His Head On His Knees And Laughed Some More. Finally He Rose And Held Out A Hand To Me, Wiping His Eyes With The Other. "you're No Verra Sensible, Sassenach, But I Like Ye Fine. Let's Go.

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