Oh, Aye, Sassenach. I Am Your Master

It's Only That Ye Looked So Beautiful, Wi' The Fire On Your Face, And Your Hair Waving In The Wind. I Wanted To Remember It.

But A Man Is Not Forgotten, As Long As There Are Two People Left Under The Sky. One, To Tell The Story; The Other, To Hear It.

He Was Dead. However, His Nose Throbbed Painfully, Which He Thought Odd In The Circumstances.

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.

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