Home Is The Place Where They Have

Alright, All Right," I Said. "what If I Tell You A Story, Instead?" Highlanders Loved Stories, And Jamie Was No Exception. "oh, Aye, " He Said, Sounding Much Happier. "what Sort Of Story Is It?

Men Would Eat Horse Droppings, If Ye Served Them Wi' Butter.

Could I But Lay My Head In Your Lap, Lass. Feel Your Hand On Me, And Sleep Wi' The Scent Of You In My Bed. Christ, Sassenach. I Need Ye.

Do Ye Dare To Draw Arms Against The Justice Of God?" Snapped The Tubby Little Judge. Jamie Drew The Sword Completely, With A Flash Of Steel, Then Thrust It Point-first Into The Ground, Leaving The Hilt Quivering With The Force Of The Blow. "i Draw It In Defense Of This Women, And The Truth," He Said "if Any Here Be Against Those Two They'll Answer To Me, And Then God, In That Order.

No Wonder Men Got Impervious To Superficial Pain, I Thought. It Came From This Habit Of Hammering Each Other Incessantly.