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Doctor Who: Frontios (21.3, BBC, 1984)
"It's, um, very good of you to help us, Mr..."
"I'm not helping, officially. And if anyone happens to ask whether I made any material difference to the welfare of this planet, you can tell them I came and went like a summer cloud."
#doctor who#frontios#classic doctor who#bbc#1984#five#christopher h. bidmead#ron jones#peter davison#janet fielding#mark strickson#jeff rawle#peter gilmore#lesley dunlop#william lucas#maurice o'connell#alison skilbeck#john gillett#richard ashley#raymond murtagh#continuing to catch up on those DW eps that somehow passed me by as a nipper; in this case I really don't know what happened‚ bc it was#certainly available on video and uk gold would have shown it. i just missed it somehow? i certainly remember reading the target novel which#painted a very disturbing vision... some of which is surprisingly well realised now I can finally see the episodes! the production design‚#sets and yes even the tractators are all really quite impressive when you consider the budget Who was working on (and the sudden death of#the original designer‚ shortly before production began). there's quite an apocalyptic feel to the first two eps in particular‚ and the plot#is typically intelligent and sciencey for Bidmead. it does feel a little rough around the edges; editing is quite hectic in places and#there's some general handwaving (not least restoring the tardis...). nice to see Bill Lucas playing quite against type as a fuddy old#science type (another last minute replacement‚ after Peter Arne's murder) and Gilmore is fun in a baying military kind of way#some fun amongst the gloom too‚ particularly Five passing off poor Tegan as a robot and pretending to yuk it up with the Gravis#have there been any follow up stories in the dweu? both frontios and the gravis feel like prime material for revisiting mr rtd...
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#fictional crushes#tvd#the vampire diaries#mcu#bucky barnes#001#001 stranger things#stranger things#aragorn#lotr#nine#ninth doctor#doctor who#raymond reddington#the blacklist#murtagh#eragon#spencer reid#criminal minds#goro takemura#cyberpunk#cyberpunk 2077#the darkling#shadow and bone#oc#my polls
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24 books for 2024
1. The Hacienda by Isabel Canas
2. Murtagh by Christopher Poalini
3. Welcome to the Dark Side by Giana Darling
4. Cyberpunk 2077: No Coincidence by Rafa Kosinski
5. Two Twisted Crowns by Rachel Gillig
6. A People’s History of the Vampire Uprising by Raymond A. Villareal
7. Sundial by Catriona Ward
8. The Jasad Heir by Sara Hashem
9. The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin
10. That Sik Luv by Jescie Hall
11. The Ritual by Shantel Tessier
12. The Three-Body Problem by Cixin Liu
13. Lord of London Town by Tillie Coke
14. Edenville by Sam Rebelein
15. The City of Brass by S.A. Chakraborty
16. Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey
17. Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
18. Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson
19. Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros
20. The Shadow of the Gods by John Gwynne
21. Wool by Hugh Howey
22. Love, Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood
23. Flock by Kate Stewart
24. Dead Eleven by Jimmy Juliano
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I Fought the Law Chapter 47 To the Stones
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As they ride along the bumpy trail, Claire rests with Fergus asleep against her. Jamie sits beside Murtagh as Raymond drives the horses.
“What will she do if the lad can’t travel?” Murtagh asks him.
“We pray he can but, she won’t leave him.” Jamie looks back fondly on them.
“She would stay in a time not her own, alone with a child not her own?”
Jamie swings his glance back to Murtagh. “She wouldn’t be alone.”
The older man starts. “You would stay?” From in front of them, Raymond buries a chuckle in the folds of his coat. Of course he would, he thinks.
“Aye, I pledged my fealty to the bairn and you know how I feel about Claire.”
“Aye but to give up your whole life for a lass you have known…”
“She is my life and I have known her as long as I have existed, or so it seems. It is like my da promised, I saw her and saw everything.”
“Beautiful.” Raymond murmurs from the front of the wagon. He turns the horses towards the last trail to the fairy hill.
“Just so but…” Murtagh sighs. He knows the Highland blood that runs through him and the way it raises at love. There is no sense arguing with him, as much as he would like to.
Claire stirs, raising up behind them, yawning . “I didn’t mean to sleep so long.”
“Don’t worry. You needed it.” Jamie says. “How is the bairn?”
She looks down at him to find his brown eyes focused on her. “Oh hello Fergus.” She says, her voice sung song. “He has just woken up, will need a nappy change.”
“Give him over.” She raises her eyes.
“You want to change him?”
“He is my lad.” Is his answer. She grins and lifts him out of the front carrier, designed with a piece of tartan. He takes him his lap and loosens the clothe, wiping his bum with another, before fastening a clean one on. The old one is placed in the bag they have purchased for his supplies.
“Let me see him.” Murtagh instructs now that he is clean. He hands him over. Murtagh cradles him in his arms straight out so he can see all of him. “Hello lad. Do you ken how blessed you are?” His brown eyes, sharp with intelligence, meet his. Murtagh blinks and grins. “Why you are a sweet lad aren’t you?” His legs kick out in response. “Saying aye?”
The sweet scene is halted by the approach of the hill. They all still, even Fergus. Claire reaches up for the baby and Murtagh hands him back. She secures him tightly back on her chest and then reaches for Jamie’s hand.
“If he can’t travel, I will come right back through.”
“As will I.” Jamie vows. Murtagh almost says the same. The thought of leaving Jamie here without him… The lad had been under his guidance for the last ten years ever sense he entered the academy a year after his own da’s death. Murtagh had become a substitute father for him. He prays as hard as he can that the lad can travel. If not, he will have a decision to make.
They exit the wagon, Jamie lifting Claire and Fergus down. Murtagh takes Raymond aside. “If the bairn can’t go through, you must tell Geillis and Angus what happened.”
The little man looks up at him with startled eyes. “You will stay, after what you told Jamie?”
“He is like a son to me. That is why I didn’t what him staying. He belongs with them though. If he stays…”
“You shall too. I will explain.”
“Thank you.”
They all come together and look at the biggest stone. Jamie pulls her close to him. They all walk there, together. Swallowing hard, Jamie and Claire touch the stone together.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#i fought the law#chapter 47 to the stones#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom
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The Lady in the Lake, by Raymond Chandler (Novel; 1943)
My Father's Dragon, by Ruth Stiles Gannett (Novel; 1948)
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Sausage Party (Film; 2016)
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Sixteen Candles, by recorded The Crests (Song; 1958)
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Holidays 8.12
Holidays
Adam Cole Appreciation Day
Air Force Day (Russia)
Aloha Day
Awa Dance Festival begins (Tokushima, Japan)
Baseball Fans Day
Children’s Health Day
812 Day
The Glorious Twelfth (a.k.a. Grouse Day; UK)
International Drive Like a Dickhead Day
International Youth Day (UN)
Karen Martyrs’ Day (Myanmar)
Mother’s Day (Thailand)
National Code Lavender Day
National Librarian Day (India)
National Mackey Day (UK)
National Middle Child Day
National Mother’s Day (Thailand)
National Remote Sensing Day (India)
National Sewing Machine Day
National Shout Out Day
Otter Day (French Republic)
PC Day (a.k.a. IBM-PC Day)
Queen Dowager’s Day (Thailand)
Solar Alignment at Teotihuacan (Mexico; also 4.29)
Truck Driver Day
Vinyl Record Day
War of the Worlds Day
World Elephant Day
World Hirola Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Milkman Day
Modern British Beer Day
National Gooey Butter Cake Day
National Julienne Fries Day
Oreo Day
Put Peanuts In Your Coca-Cola Day
Toasted Almond Bar Day
2nd Saturday in August
Bud Billiken Parade (Chicago, Illinois) [2nd Saturday]
Celebrate Your Lakes Day (New Hampshire) [2nd Saturday]
Ferry Fair Day (Edinburgh, Scotland) [2nd Saturday]
Great Taste of the Midwest (Wisconsin) [2nd Saturday]
International Swingers Day [2nd Saturday]
National Bowling Day [2nd Saturday]
National Garage Sale Day [2nd Saturday]
National Model Aviation Day [2nd Saturday]
Yard Sale Day [2nd Saturday]
Independence Days
India (Pre-Independence Celebrations; 1947)
Feast Days
Amaranth and Quinoa Day (Pagan)
Clare (Christian; Saint)
Euplius (Christian; Saint)
Eusebius of Milan (Christian; Saint)
Feast of the Prophet and His Bride (Thelema)
Festival for Venus Vitrix (Victorious Venus; Ancient Rone)
Festival of Hungry Ghosts (China) [15th of 7th lunar month]
Festival of Intoxication (Ancient Egyptian feast celebrating Sekhmet nearly destroying mankind, but stopped by being tricked into drinking a river full of red beer)
Festival of the Tooth begins (Buddhism)
Flunky (Muppetism)
Francisco Franco Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Ghost Festival (a.k.,a. Hungry Ghosts Festival) [15th Day of 7th Lunar Month]
Herculanus of Brescia (Christian; Saint)
Innocent XI, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Jænberht (Christian; Saint)
Jane Frances de Chantal (Christian; Saint)
Krishna Janmashtami (Hindu)
Light of Isis Feast (Ancient Egypt)
Lychnapsia (Birthday of Isis; Ancient Rome)
Milton (Positivist; Saint)
Muiredach (a.k.a. Murtagh; Christian; Saint)
Old Lammas Day
Osirisian Mysteries (a.k.a. Feast of the Lights of Isis; Ancient Egypt)
Porcarius II (Christian; Saint)
Sea Org Day (Scientology)
Thomas Bewick (Artology)
Vegetable Sauce Day (Pastafarian)
Zaraday (Discordian)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Hitler’s mother’s birthday.)
Premieres
The Aristocrats (Documentary Film; 2005)
The Asphalt Jungle, by W.R. Burnett (Novel; 1949)
Backstreet Boys, by the Backstreet Boys (Album; 1997)
Batman: Assault on Arkham (WB Animated Film; 2014)
The Black Album, by Metallica (Album; 1991)
Bosko the Musketeer (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)
Chances Are, by Johnny Mathis (Song; 1957)
Curse of the Pink Panther (Film; 1983)
Cycles (Virtual Reality Disney Cartoon; 2014)
Detroit Rock City (Film; 1999)
Dive Bomber (Film; 1941)
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Film; 1941)
Emily the Criminal (Film; 2022)
Fall (Film; 2022)
Green Eggs and Ham, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1960)
Hare-um Scare-um (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)
Hillbilly Hare (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)
Horton Hears a Who!, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1955)
Istanbul (Not Constantinople), recorded by The Four Lads (Song; 1953)
Just Dogs (Disney Cartoon; 1932)
The Lady in the Lake, by Raymond Chandler (Novel; 1943)
My Father's Dragon, by Ruth Stiles Gannett (Novel; 1948)
Old Ways, by Neil Young (Album; 1985)
Sausage Party (Film; 2016)
Senna (Documentary Film; 2011)
Sixteen Candles, by recorded The Crests (Song; 1958)
The Swimming Pool, by Mary Roberts Rinehart (Novel; 1952)
Trouble Is My Business, by Raymond Chandler (Novel; 1939)
Wings (Film; 1927)
Young Guns (Film; 1988)
Today’s Name Days
Hilaria, Karl, Radegunde (Austria)
Anicet, Franciska, Hilarija, Ivana, Veselka (Croatia)
Klára (Czech Republic)
Clara (Denmark)
Klaara, Klaarika (Estonia)
Kiira, Klaara (Finland)
Clarisse (France)
Andreas, Innozenz, Radegunde (Germany)
Photis (Greece)
Klára (Hungary)
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Anisa, Klāra, Klarisa, Vizma (Latvia)
Aiškutė, Laima, Laimona, Laimonas (Lithuania)
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Darina (Slovakia)
Hilaria, Juana (Spain)
Klara (Sweden)
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Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 224 of 2024; 141 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 6 of week 32 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 5 of 28]
Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 26 (Ren-Yin)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 25 Av 5783
Islamic: 25 Muharram 1445
J Cal: 14 Hasa; Sevenday [134 of 30]
Julian: 30 July 2023
Moon: 13%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 28 Dante (8th Month) [Milton]
Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 53 of 94)
Zodiac: Leo (Day 22 of 31)
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Ben Barnes as Sam Adams, Michael Raymond James as Paul Revere, and Diarmaid Murtagh as Tim Kelly in History Channel’s Sons of Liberty
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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 20
Holy. Crap. You guys. This is the TWENTIETH chapter of RJWL!!! I can’t even tell you how shocked I am that this story has made it so far. It wouldn’t be here without you wonderful supporters and readers. So thank you so so so so much for all your comments. @diversemediums is amazing as always, convincing me this chapter was actually good as it was snd I didn’t need to scrap it. :D
Catch up on chapter 19 HERE
Claire sat quietly beside Murtagh in the cab, watching the streets of Paris pass by. She’d never been to Paris before. There was a vague memory of an early childhood dream to visit Paris with her true love and kiss beneath the Eiffel Tower. Maybe she could persuade Murtagh to let Jamie out for one night and they’d sneak over there. No, she sighed, that would put him in too much danger and that was too much to risk.
When the cab came to a stop, Murtagh exited first and helped her with her bag, eyes constantly moving.
“Does he know we’re coming?”
“Nae. Couldna risk him tellin’ someone the lad’s location. But, if Willie’s research is still accurate, he’ll help ye.”
She nodded, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. There was so much at stake: what if she couldn’t learn anything? For a moment, she worried that her breakfast would come back up with the way her stomach was roiling. Thankfully it remained where it was.
The door of the herbalist’s shop opened and a dark skinned young woman smiled at them.
“Madame? Monsieur?”
“Je cherche Maître Raymond.”
A loud thud had the woman rolling her eyes before motioning them inside.
“Bonne après-midi,” Claire said as a small frog-like man approached them.
He looked her up and down with a keen eye.
“You are English, yes?” the man asked in French.
Claire nodded sheepishly.
“My French betrays me,” she said.
“Ah! Then I will make this easier for you. What is it that I can do for you, Madonna?”
She frowned at him for a moment.
“Monsieur,” Murtagh said gruffly. “Have ye a private place that we might speak freely? Somewhere that willna be overheard?”
Prying his eyes from Claire, Raymond looked at Murtagh and nodded.
“Of course, of course. Right this way. Mind the shop!”
Raymond lead them down a narrow hallway and into a back room. Claire was fascinated by all the jars around them, filled with herbs she’d never even heard of. The herbalist closed and locked the door behind them.
“It is free of unwanted ears, here. What is it you need me to get?”
Murtagh folded his arms over his chest, deciding how much to tell this new person.
“What do ye ken of the Sight?”
If the small man was startled by the question, he gave no indication. Instead, he surveyed Claire and Murtagh. Claire’s heart leapt; he looked just like Uncle Lamb had when he'd found something of unique interest.
“I know it is an unusual Gift,” Raymond said. “Very rare in the modern age. I have heard rumors that one with the Sight still lives, but…” he waved his hands in a dismissive gesture.
“What do you ken of Healers?”
Raymond sat down on a wooden crate, rubbing his face with his hands.
“What is it that you need from me? If you cannot tell me what it is, then you have no business being here.”
Claire stepped forward before Murtagh could say something rude.
“We need your help, monsieur. My husband has the Sight, but his body…” She swallowed, then went on. “His body cannot handle it. The stronger the visions get, the more they effect him. I seem to have a Gift as well to be a Healer for him, but I do not know how to use my Gift. We hoped that you might be able to help us.”
Raymond’s eyes went so wide Claire worried they might pop out.
“He truly has the Sight?”
“Aye,” Murtagh said sourly. “And if the lass here canna use her Gift, he’ll die.”
“Take my hands,” Raymond said, suddenly getting to his feet. “And tell me your name.”
Claire rested her hands on top of Raymond’s, a sharp shock making her flinch.
“Claire… Beauchamp.”
“I understand the need for secrecy, Madonna. Do you know what it is you do when you Heal your husband?”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the way she’d passed energy from herself to Jamie. Raymond jerked his hands away, breathing hard.
“How long are you in Paris?” he asked, voice thready with desperation.
“However long we need,” Murtagh answered for them.
“Excellent! This will be much easier if you stay with me.”
Thoughts of Jamie sprang into her mind, the look on his face as they’d pulled away from the cottage.
“We will stay for a week at a time,” Murtagh said. “But we’ve people lookin’ for us and for the lad. We canna gi’ ye our real names, ken? Or tell ye where we’re from.”
Raymond shook his head and waved his hands again.
“You will stay in my home. I am off the grid, so you will be safe. I do not need information, only a promise that you,” he looked at Claire. “Will do as I say when I teach you about your Gift.”
“Of course,” she said. “But what about your shop?”
“What of it? It does not need me to run. And if someone does need me, Delphine knows how to contact me.”
Nervously, Claire nodded her head and followed Raymond out a back door. Only six more days until she could see Jamie again.
Raymond put them up in separate but adjoined rooms. He allowed her time to wash up and take a nap if she wished, but he wanted to speak with her as soon as possible. Murtagh was her ever-present shadow everywhere she went.
“What do you know of auras?” Raymond asked, looking through a bookshelf as Claire took her seat.
“Not much, I’m afraid. The man that raised me was a practical sort.”
“Ah!” He said, pulling a book from the shelf. “Then let me give you the basics. Everyone has an aura, a sort of… glow about them. Not everyone can see them, you understand.”
Setting the book out on the table, he flipped through a few pages until he found the one he wanted. Claire leaned forward to study the drawing of a human shape, surrounded by a rainbow of light.
“Is this what you see about people?”
“Yes, Madonna. For instance your friend here,” he nodded at Murtagh. “He has many colors, but the strongest I can see is his loyalty. Everyone will tell you different colors mean different things. He is strong and protective and very loyal.”
Claire nodded, watching Murtagh frown.
“Yes, he is very loyal to my husband.”
Raymond devolved into explanations of the different colors as he understood them. He was a very animated storyteller, using his hands in wide arcs as he spoke. Claire found herself relaxing around this odd little man, taking comfort in his absolute belief. He didn’t need to see Jamie, which made Murtagh happy, but he knew he could help.
“I have a little of the Healing Gift myself, but not as strong as most. But you, Madonna…”
“What about her,” Murtagh asked sharply.
“Most Healing I’ve seen happen has a blue energy about it. But yours, Madonna, is pure white.”
Frowning, Claire sat back in her chair.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you are La Dame Blanche. The White Lady.”
Though she had no context for the title he gave her, she felt her pulse race. It frightened her, like it carried a weight with it.
“What exactly does that mean?” she asked, surprised her voice wasn’t trembling.
“It means you have a great Gift, Madonna. For most who Heal, it is specific. Some are good at mending damaged bones. Others I have known work well with the brain. But your Gift covers the whole of a person. Tell me, you are a doctor?”
She nodded.
“And you seem to always know when something is wrong? Even if tests tell you nothing else is wrong?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I always know, even if I’m not sure what it is.”
“This is why you are La Dame Blanche. You can heal most anyone. Of course, there are things that even Gifts cannot heal, but you are more powerful than most Healers.”
Murtagh stood and began pacing.
“The reason we are here, Master Raymond,” he said. “Is because Claire needs help wi’ her gift. Can ye teach her to use it better? Help her get stronger?”
Raymond nodded quickly.
“Oh yes, of course! Give me a little time to find some books. I have a few talents of my own, as I’ve said. But yes, I can help her. You both take your time and settle in. I’m not sure how long this will all take.”
A sudden wave of panic took over Claire.
“What about…” she trailed off, looking up at Murtagh. He would know what she meant.
“You are not a prisoner here,” Raymond said. “You can come and go as you wish. If you’d like to only work and stay here a few days a week, that’s alright with me.”
“We’ll leave once a week,” Murtagh said. “No’ the same day, ken. For our safety and yers, we willna tell ye when we go or where we’ll go.”
Raymond nodded.
“Fine, fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve some books to collect. I’ll have dinner ready at six.”
That night, Claire sat on her bed and felt very alone. Jamie was always such a presence in her life, everywhere she went. She’d been sleeping beside him long enough to grow accustomed to it. This bed looked large and cold without him in it.
Murtagh’s restrictions didn’t allow her to call or write to Jamie. But she could write a letter to him, she just wouldn’t send it. She could leave the letters with him for him to read while she was gone. Yes, that would be good.
My love,
I think you’d enjoy Master Raymond. He’s quite a character, very eccentric. Murtagh didn’t like him to start, I think. He knows how Gifts work, Jamie. Your brother was right, he can help me. It’s late and I’m tired. But looking at the bed reminds me that I haven’t slept without you in a while. I don’t like it, being here knowing you’re sleeping alone too. It’s what we need, I know, but I miss you. I’m glad you gave me a shirt of yours, though. It smells like you.
I love you.
-C
Folding the letter up, Claire slipped it into the drawer of her bedside table and crawled into the lonely bed.
“Come with me, Madonna,” Raymond said. “We need to discuss and understand what your Gift is and what it does.”
“Didn’t we do that already?” she asked, finishing her coffee.
“Come with me,” he said again, bustling off down a hallway.
Claire glanced at Murtagh curiously, but he just shrugged. She jogged off after the Frenchman, finding him in a small library. A pile of old books sat on the desk, one open at the top of the pile.
“We discussed generalities, Madonna,” he said. “Nothing specific. And these questions I must ask you might set off your bodyguard.”
She watched him warily, aware that Jamie’s fate now lay in her hands.
“I won’t betray my husband. His secrets are his to tell, not mine.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. I just need to know a little about how his Gift works and how yours interacts with him. That’s all.”
The entire day was full of questions and answers from both of them. By the time they all sat down for dinner, he’d helped her discover where the power of her Gift lay. She couldn’t access it on command, but he said that would come with practice.
Before she curled up for bed, she wrote Jamie another letter.
My love,
Honestly I don’t feel as though I’ve made much progress today. But Raymond says that comes with time and practice. It’s difficult though. Since becoming a doctor, I’m used to knowing what I need to do and doing it. This is so different than anything I’ve ever done. I’m determined, though. I’m going to figure this Gift out and come back to you. I miss you.
-C
Pulling the sheets up around herself, she sighed and sank slowly into sleep.
Claire woke up in Raymond’s house, not sure what it was that woke her. An unusual sound caught her attention, so she got up. She’d been wearing one of Jamie’s shirts to bed since she’d left the cottage, the only way to keep him close until she saw him again.
Following her ears, she rounds a corner and discovers Murtagh sitting on a stool playing a beautiful cello.
“I didn’t know you played,” she said quietly.
“Dinna play much these days. No time, wi’ trying to hide the lad and all. But I’ve a moment here. Ye should be asleep, lass.”
Claire shrugged, moving to be closer to the beautiful instrument.
“I know. But I heard the sound and wondered what it was. May I sit and listen?”
“Of course,” Murtagh said, inclining his head to an empty chair.
He relaxed into a melody she vaguely recognized, the sounds soft and sweet beneath his broad hands. It amazed her, how beautiful it all was, how delicate for such a gruff man.
Her eyes, steadily growing heavier in her need for sleep, finally drifted closed.
“That’s a beautiful melody,” she mumbled. “I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”
“Aye. It’s a song often sung wi’ the tale of the Fraser Faerie Wife. Some say it was she what brought it to us. There’s words to it, ken, but I dinna sing.”
Claire felt herself moving along with the music, wishing she had Jamie with her to dance with.
“Ellen,” Murtagh’s voice cracked a long time later. “Ellen used to sing it. She had a lovely voice. She didna sing it often. Mostly when Brian or one of the bairns couldna sleep.”
“Would you tell me the words? Not sing, just tell me?”
Murtagh nodded, letting the music bring itself back to the start.
“There’s many different versions o’ this song, ken. But I’ll tell ye the words for the Fraser version.”
“I’d like that.”
The deep, rich notes filled the room and Claire’s mind supplied her with images of the Fraser Wife.
“Sing me a song,” Murtagh began, his voice blending beautifully with the cello. “Of a lass that is gone… Say, could that lass be I?”
In her imagination, she could see the Fraser wife running to the standing stones to protect her beloved, terrified and heartbroken.
“Merry of soul she sailed on a dais, over the sea to Skye.”
The melody carried her away and Claire began to doze, absently wondering if Jamie was also dreaming of the Faerie Wife. Dimly, she was aware that the music had stopped and Murtagh had picked her up in his arms.
“Hush, lass,” he said softly. “I’m just puttin’ ye to bed. Jamie would have my head if he kent I left ye to sleep in a chair.”
“You’re wrong, you know,” she said, almost sounding drunk. “You’ve a lovely singing voice.”
#outlander#outlander fanfic#takemeawaytocamelot#diversemediums#red jamie and the white lady au#claire fraser#also featuring: Master Raymond#also featuring: murtagh
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S6 Beyond the Christies
After Claire’s abduction in Season 5, what will Season 6 do with A Breath of Snow and Ashes? New-ish to this fandom (TV first,—it was those overheated articles online about “A. Malcolm” that pulled me in, thank you, Vulture), then read the books last year, am re-reading now) I ask the patience of those more in the know. First, the Christies. It’s 1772, and with the Christies come the fisher folk, trailing Presbyterianism. As Sam said in the bts interview this week, “It’s a blast from Jamie’s past, isn’t it?” Among the many things to love about Diana Gabaldon’s novels is that they tell you things you may never have known that you wantedto know. How to domesticate wild pigs, how to treat rattlesnake bite, how to make beeswax candles that smell of myrtle. True, her characters are in constant danger but over and over again she illustrates practical truths in scenes ripped from “The Perils of Pauline” [or just as often, Paul]. “Keep your powder dry,” for instance. My heart was thumping louder than crickets in July when I read about Jamie and Roger’s rendezvous with murderous smugglers, our heroes’ survival dependent on rain holding off long enough to allow them to use their pistols. This chapter comes toward the end— page 1300 or so—of The Fiery Cross, and I couldn’t fall asleep until I’d finished it.
To escape the rape-y storyline, there’s almost always a distraction: the music (harpsichord during the French interval, motifs from the plangent airs of the real Comte de Saint-Germain, nice work, Bear); the costumes ( the TV narrative may sink when J&C and Murtagh move to Paris to try to thwart the Jacobite rebellion, but—merci, Terry, for telling us all about it—they are dressed in historically accurate silks and brocades, and Louise de la Tour has rosettes on her toes, even, and Claire wears hooded capes in colors Matisse might have died for); the sets (Sam’s fave, the great hall at Leoch, lit with torches for the Gathering, to dazzle the viewer when/if clan politics fail to engage ; Maître Raymond’s apothecary with the stuffed crocodile hanging from the ceiling, de rigeur in such a shop in eighteenth-century Paris).
Anyway,A Breath of Snow and Ashes? Plus An Echo in the Bone? What do we want to see? Back to re-reading.
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We know that Faith has helped her Mam while she was near death. Would she help her Da?
The girl leaned against the doorframe, watching the man gasping on the bed, and the woman running his hands over his clammy body, willing him to live.
“It can’t be his time yet.”
From his perch on the wicker chair beside the bed, Murtagh nodded. “What makes ye so sure, lass? I didnae think it could be my time, either.”
Faith sighed, crossing her arms. “It’s cruel to separate them.”
Murtagh raised a bushy eyebrow. “Was it no’ cruel to separate me from them? From Jo?”
“I don’t make the rules, godfather. But I understand them. Even when Mama held me in her arms, in Paris. I was right there, watching her, and I was so sad, and yet I knew that that was what had to happen.”
Murtagh turned away from Jamie and Claire to peer at her.
“The joy of knowing you, and seeing Ellen again - those are the only two things I like about...about this. I’m honored how close ye were to me, all of those years. All of those times you watched over your Da when I couldn’t. And your Mam too.” He settled back in his chair. “I’m grateful it was your face I saw, once I crossed to the other side. And I’m grateful that somehow we’re still here. Still a part of their lives.”
“Are we?” her voice sounded so small. “I’m here, but I’m not. They don’t know. They could never know.”
“But lass, they *do* know. They do speak of you, from time to time.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“So you understand, then. Which is why you say they cannae be separated.”
She twirled the toe of her boot on the wood floor - knowing full well that her parents wouldn’t hear a sound. “Raymond said that my touch can heal. It’s what I did with Mama, when she had me. And with Da, after Culloden.”
Murtagh tilted his head. “So - ye’ll do it again now?”
She lifted her chin, and quickly crossed the room. Lay both hands on Jamie’s head, watching him gasp and hearing Claire pray.
Faith concentrated.
Jamie gasped, and his eyes flew open.
Claire cried with joy.
As the tears flowed down her daughter’s cheeks, standing inches and miles away.
She watched them embrace.
A light touch at her elbow. “Come, a leannan. You’ve done right. Let’s leave them be.”
She swallowed, and turned to go.
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Dragonfly In Amber thoughts*
*spoilers obviously
List of absolute babies who deserve the world: Louise, Alex Randall, Mary Hawkins, Fergus
I would die for Fergus btw
Also-ALEX IM SO SORRY YOUR OWN BROTHER WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED
Claire be nicer to Louise challenge
Master Raymond and Mother Hildegard are very valid
The French are just Like That™️ I guess
I’m a slut for lore so Diana Gabaldon tell me more about Master Raymond 2k21
I love how the first time Claire meets Charles Stuart he literally climbs through their bedroom window soaking wet at like 1 am
Very belated but Roger taking one look at Brianna and going “oh fuck imma marry her” is honestly what I do every time I see a pretty woman so...valid
That boy is so fuckin whipped lmao
Claire: hmm Roger has a nice ass you should tap that
Idiots all of them
The part where Jamie had to beat Fergus had me in TEARS
Master Raymond being absolutely fucking terrified of Jamie is my aesthetic
Claire being like “DONT LET THIS FUCKING QUACK TOUCH ME” when she’s been poisoned is me every time my mom tells me to stop slouching
The dinner party scene is so tragic. Alex is trying to help Mary but she so scared. Ugh my poor babies
Ok but why is Claire and Jamie being like “I lust for you but also want to hold you gently and keep you safe” so TENDER??? Y’all I’m in tears
*to the tune of the country boy vine* Alex Randall I love youuuu....ugg
I would DIE for Fergus ok?
M. Forez gives me the heebee jeebees
Like I KNOW Claire doesn’t want Frank to “die” but what kinda idiot goes to a dual in the middle of an unsafe pregnancy
Jamie and Claire really do be drinking that dumbass juice
Claire/Jamie is just the embodiment of “no thoughts head empty”
I want to hold baby Fergus is that too much to ask
Louis is Gross™️
Once again Mother Hildegarde and Master Raymond to the rescue
Is the Comte St Germaine really dead? WE’LL NEVER KNOOOOOW
FUCK CHARLES STEWART
That was about him forging Jamie’s signature btw
Oh small baby John grey how I love you
Claire being fed up with highlander housewives in her makeshift hospital is SO FUNNY
Oh Colum MacKenzie you deserved so much better
FUCK JACK RANDALL IVE SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN
Alex is of course baby
Literally fuck Jamie’s Fraser relatives
I do love how Jamie’s just like “yeah my wife’s a fuckin witch and she’ll shrivel your balls if you touch her”
Rupert nooooo
Murtagh killing the Duke of Sandringham was really fun fresh and sexy of him
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again Mary and Alex are BABIES
Listen why is DG’s prose so damn good??? LIKE GODDAMN I WANT SOMEONE TO TELL GOD THAT IM THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO THEM SHIT
Roger’s so fucking dumb I’m in love with him
Honestly if my mom told me what Claire told Brianna I wouldn’t believe her either
Wooow Geillis Duncan sucks who would’ve guessed *sarcasm*
Of course Jamie isn’t dead there’s 6 more books lmao
#ok I’m done for now#I’ll update this later when I’m further in the book#Vic rambles about outlander#Vic reads outlander#outlander starz#outlander#claire fraser#jamie fraser#brianna randall#roger mackenzie#louise de rohan#Alex Randall#dragonfly in amber#diana gabaldon
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Yael Yahir York Yosef Yousef Yusef
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2021 OUTLANDER FANDOM SURVEY SNIPPETS
18. Favorite Non-canon ships
Jamie Fraser/Lord John Grey 13
Jamie Fraser/Lord John Grey/Claire Beauchamp 11
Brianna Fraser/John Grey 7
Murtagh Mackenzie/Jocasta Cameron 4
Brianna Fraser/Phaedra 2
Lord John Grey/Stephan von Namtzen 1
Murtagh Mackenzie/Claire Fraser 1
Jamie Fraser/Leoghaire Mackenzie 1
Geillis Duncan/Louise de La Tour 1
Frank Randall/Reverend Wakefield 1
Murtagh Mackenzie/Suzette 1
Black Jack Randall/Leoghaire Mackenzie 1
Black Jack Randall/Alex Randall 1
Mother Hildegarde/Master Raymond 1
William Ransom/Jane Pocock 1
Percy Wainwright/Lord John Grey/Hector Dalrymple 1
Lord John/Happiness 1
Rupert Mackenzie/Angus Mhor 1
Alive!Frank Randall&Brianna Fraser 1
Brianna Fraser/Stephan Bonnet 1
Claire Fraser/Lord John Grey 1
Brianna Fraser/Lizzie Wemyss 1
Claire Fraser/Geillis Duncan 1
William Ransom/Rachel Hunter 1
Lord John Grey/Tom Byrd 1
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I Fought the Law Chapter 46 Boom!
AO3
Two miles away, Claire, Raymond and baby Fergus all jump at the loud noise. Claire knows straight away what it is and her heart pounds in her chest as she holds the baby close. “Jamie!” Her heart and voice call out.
Jamie drops his dead or dying uncle on the ground. All around him is chaos as the Jacobite army looks to the English camp. Excited voices raise at what they see. English and their equipment are in pieces on the ground.
“Mark me!” The prince’s voice is even higher in his excitement, “This is nothing but the lighting from heaven, come down to assist us in or noble cause.”
Shouts and cheers greet this. Jamie looks around for Murtagh. It is hard to see the man amongst all the Highland warriors. He feels torn. No doubt, history has been changed. To what extent was unknowable right now. What he does know is that he needs to make his way back to Claire. That they all need to get back to the stones as quickly as possible. There is nothing more they can do here.
Murtagh hurries over to him as the army works to get themselves in order to take advantage of this unexpected blessing.
“The bloody bastard brought explosives through!” Murtagh is both horrified and awed at the late man’s guts.
“Aye. We must get back to Claire, get safely back through before… whatever happens next.”
“Aye.” In the chaos they are able to escape, unnoticed by the others.
“Now my dear, we don’t know anything yet.” Raymond tries to sooth an anxious Claire. Fergus had settled back down after the initial start. His mum now, that is a whole other story.
“It was a bomb, a big one. It had to come from Dougal. What if it went off when Jamie was trying to stop him!”
“What if it didn’t and just took out the English, as I am sure he planned it to. If that’s the case, we will know soon. You know he will make his way back here, to you.”
“Murtagh there is something I need to tell you.”
His boss looks to him. “Aye?”
“It isn’t just Claire and Raymond waiting on me.”
He stops them, placing a hand on his arm. “You took another civilian through!”
“No. No we found him here. A tiny baby left on the fairy hill. Claire couldn’t leave him to die there, nor could I.”
“So you took him. I understand that but what are you going to do with him?”
“Yes, that could be it, Raymond. I,” She searches the moonlit area, straining to see him, “I pray so. I don’t know what I would do without him.”
“You are strong and brave. You would go on. That is what you would do. Take the babe through and raise him up.”
She gives him a watery smile and continues to scan, searching for him.
“We are keeping him. Look it isn’t like we can turn him over to Child Services and they could find his mum. Fergus is…”
“You have named him.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Christ Alive. How are you to explain a child? Either of you? Gone for a day or so and returning with a newborn, that is going to be a bit hard to explain.”
Jamie shrugs. In truth, his focus had been on the mission and not much past that. They will figure it out. He believes that. “I don’t know yet. Come. They are waiting.”
He follows him, grumbling the whole time.
Do her eyes deceive her? She has been praying so hard to see him, has her mind caused a mirage? Wait. There is two figures. Raymond sees the same and quickly places his body between the coming figures and Claire with Fergus. He raises his gun.
“Very good job Raymond, but it is me.”
“Who’s with you?” He demands, not letting the gun down.
“Murtagh, my boss.”
Claire jumps out of the wagon, one arm around Fergus, the other goes around him. He draws them close. “We heard the explosion. I feared…”
He buries his face in her curls, simply breathing her in for a moment. “I was to late. He was a step ahead the whole time. Already had the explosions set.”
“You’re here and okay.”
He kisses her and the baby’s head. “Thank God. The question is, now what? How has the future changed?”
“We need to get back and see.” Murtagh says.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#i fought the law#chapter 46#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom
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Beauty Chooses II-Chapter Six
A Special thanks to @statell for your help and wisdom
Previous Chapters at AO3
Chapter Six-Remember Me
I rubbed my sore shoulders and whimpered with the pain. I don’t know why I was so keen on shooting a gun in the first place. I was obviously too small, too weak, or too something. I walked to the barn knowing Jamie would ask me if I did my exercises. If I did two or three lifts, I could tell him I succeeded. I sat on the ground and pulled the rope attached to a sack of grain and then pulled with all my might until it lifted off the ground. The rope was thrown over a board in the roof and it didn’t like to move. Maybe two more.
“Ah Sassenach, I am impressed with your dedication.”
“Finished!”
Jamie helped me up and hugged me close until he heard me wince. He held me at arms distance so he could look at me.
“Sassenach, you need not do your lifts every day. Give yer muscles time to heal in between, otherwise, ye wilna get any stronger.”
“I know, that's what you told me to do but it will take too long and now I am so sore I can barely hold Faith.”
“Mo chridhe, yer so sweet and verra sexy,” he growled into her ear. “It’s a good day for an afternoon nap.”
“A what?”
I stared at him like he had lost his mind. Jamie didn’t nap during the day, ever. He threw me over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time being quiet in case Faith was sleeping. I was deposited on the bed and felt Jamie’s warm hands remove my boots and stockings before lifting me to remove my jacket, skirts, and the infernal corset. It took so long to get everything off it made me giggle. I still didn’t know what we were doing in bed in the middle of the day. Well, I knew what we were doing but not why since it was very uncommon. Jamie was stripped to his skin in under a minute and laid on his side, holding me close. Our bodies were pressed together from chest to toes. He closed his eyes and silently held me like that for several minutes. Our lovemaking was slow and unhurried, and I softly kissed his face a dozen times as he panted to catch his breath.
He looked at me while we laid in our post-rapture embrace. I could see his mind grinding on something and waited for him to tell me. When he didn’t, I asked what was in his mind. He told me the Jacobites had come upon him in the fields, separating Murtagh behind drawn swords at his throat. He refused to join them again, and warned them of consequences if his godfather suffered a single nick of the blade.
“They laughed at me Sassenach. One of them said I would fight, willingly or otherwise. Then they left. We must go Sassenach. After Hogmanay, plus maybe a month for the weather to become favorable for such a voyage. Be strong love and know I will keep my promise to get us to the new world before the fighting starts.”
He held me close and ran his hand up and down my back. It was a large, strong hand, that I entrusted the life of myself and our daughter to, with absolute faith he would see us safe.
The first time the Jacobites came to the estate there were five of them. They stood with Jamie outside and talked for over an hour. They were mustering and wanted Jamie to join them no doubt. I watched Jamie, for any sign of acquiescence.
It was five months later when they came a second time. I was outside with Faith and Glavia when a dozen men rode up on us. Glavia grabbed Faith and ran into the house and I turned to face them hoping my hatred did not show. I could only point them in Jamie’s direction, and they rode off to find him. That time I could not see Jamie to watch his body language. I could only hope.
When Hogmanay approached, I went the distance to provide an exceptional holiday for my family and the tenants that joined us. Misses Crook and I cooked all week for the celebration and the house was decorated in fine fashion. Jamie was up early cutting wood for fires that would burn bright all day and night. He put a pig and a deer to roast over the firepit outside. I sent Murtagh to the priest’s hole to unearth our silver serving dishes and candle holders. Throughout the day misses Crook and I laid out plates of meat and side dishes, fruit and cakes, sausages and potatoes, cheese and soup. When the house filled it was joyous with dancing and laughter. Our guests were treated to a very special party and Jamie was celebrated all evening.
It was all I could do to keep smiling, knowing this is the last Hogmanay to be celebrated in Scotland. The tenants would lose their laird, their customs, tartans, and all else held dear. It was a very difficult night for me. Faith, the apple of her father’s eye, entertained us until Glavia came for her at bedtime. She hugged Jamie and kissed him goodnight and I followed them upstairs.
“Glavia, why don’t you put a pretty dress on and go downstairs for a while. I will take care of Faith and stay right by her side.”
Glavia blushed and dropped her head shaking it side to side. She pulled Faith out of my arms and insisted I go back to the party. I listened to the joyous laughter below and fought back the tears wishing we were already on a ship to the new world. The battle of Culloden Moore was but four months away giving me good reason to fear.
When our last guest was out the door, I quickly sent misses Crook to bed and went looking for Jamie who was last seen in the dooryard with one of the tenants he grew up with. I found them in the barn, drunk off their collective asses, playing some kind of game.
“What are you two doing may I ask?”
“Ah, my beautiful Sassenach! Come my gorgeous darling. We are playing a wee game.”
“Well, the party is over and I am going to retire. How is this game played anyway?”
“One of us draws a line in the dirt, the other tries to throw somethin over the line. It’s so fun, ye want to try Sassy?”
“Certainly not. Goodnight gentlemen.”
By the state of their inebriation, I anticipated finding two very cold Highlanders passed out in the barn by morning. I went to our room to write a note for Joe. He was on my mind all evening and I wanted to wish him well. I wouldn’t know if he ever got back to Scotland and Lallybroch to see my note, but I hoped he did.
My sweet Joe,
I am thrilled you come back to see my notes. I miss you and Baritone.
I gave birth to Faith Ellen Fraser on January 5th, 1744. She is beautiful, healthy and strong. We have an idyllic life here without airplanes overhead or commuter traffic. Mostly, I love Jamie with every fiber of my being, so I belong here.
The Jacobites are mustering troops and there is nothing I can do to stop it. We are leaving for America before the battle and I will watch Jamie’s heartbreak as he leaves his homeland. Master Raymond left me a stone that would transport me through time and worlds. Jamie threw it into a gorge, and it was never seen again. I wish I still had the stone. I have a sick feeling about escaping Scotland and wish we had a safe alternative. You start your residency this year! How very exciting. I will be thinking of you and all you will do.
Love Claire
I set the note in Jamie’s hiding place and went to bed. I dreamed of sailing on a large ship seeing a beautiful green landmass ahead. I said a prayer for Jamie asking God to keep him strong and safe.
When I breezed through the kitchen the next morning it was obvious my prayer would have to wait for Jamie’s hangover to resolve as he looked anything but strong and safe today. I kissed his temple and he lifted his head an inch before dropping it back down over his plate. I poured him a whisky and announced, hair of the dog, before tipping the glass and liquid into his mouth. It seemed to help for a minute of two before he ran for a chamber pot emerging white-faced and slick with sweat.
I helped him up the stairs to our room and pulled his clothes off. He didn’t fight me, so I knew he was really feeling sick. Once he passed out, I returned to the kitchen to help with the cleanup. Out the window I could see snow whipping off the ground into spirals and sheets and moved to the door to peek outside. It was bitter cold, and I closed the door quickly.
I pulled my cloak around me with several scarves and gloves and pulled Jamie’s knit had over my head and ears.
“What’s got into ye Misses? Ye canna go outside today, it’s too cold!”
“I’ll be alright, but I cannot say the same for the animals without extra bedding. Has anyone seen Murtagh?”
“Aye, he looks worse than the Laird.”
I rolled my eyes and bravely walked outside closing the door quickly behind me. It was face-freezing cold, and I struggled to the barn hoping for a warm interior. What I saw was the plume of vaper as each animal exhaled and felt no warmth compared to outside. Something had to be done or these poor animals would freeze to death. There was a stone circle about two feet high and I wondered if it was used for fire to warm the barn during harsh weather. I dragged a stick through the dirt at the bottom and uncovered ashes and burnt pieces of wood. Running inside the house I gathered an armful of wood running back to start a life-saving fire.
How, I wondered, did they vent such an indoor fire. Running my eyes along the ceiling I saw a string ran along the slope and was tacked to the side of the barn. When I pulled the string a section of the roof popped open and it was directly above the fire pit. I was feeling like a hero when I lit the kindling to set the logs ablaze and clapped my hands at the radiating heat. What I didn’t anticipate were the embers that shot out from the popping wood sending little fireballs into the air.
I panicked, racing around the barn looking for something to contain the embers. I was ready to wake Jamie up for help when I spotted a metal disk laying atop a barrel. I grabbed each side and pulled until I was panting from the effort. I managed to move it only an inch and decided to push it off the barrel to the ground and then move it by lifting one end and tipping it over. By the time the disk was next to the fire pit, there were no more embers because the fire was long cold. I guessed I pushed that round metal for at least an hour. It was time to recruit help.
“Misses Crook, I need your assistance in the barn.”
“What have ye done to yerself Misses!”
“What?”
“Yer hands and face, they’re all black!”
By the looks of her, Misses Crook was going to faint right in front of me. I rushed to her promising I was alright. It was just soot and I was fine. I held out her cloak and bundled her up with scarves and a hat before pulling her outside to the barn. It seemed the temperature was falling if that were possible. I explained my intention to lift the disk on top of the fire pit to hold the embers leaving enough open space to fan the fire. I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore, so I urged the older woman to dig deep for strength. We each took a side and heaved the disk upward to rest on the stones above the fire. I was so excited and jumped up and down realizing I had no feeling in my toes.
I pushed Misses Crook out of the barn and promised I would be fine. In reality, I was dangerously close to freezing my fingers straight through, so I worked fast. I build another fire, twice the size leaving two inches to fan oxygen into the pit. I could fan and knock down any embers that snuck out of the opening. I was so intent on what I was doing I didn’t notice the interior of the barn warming up until I suddenly felt my fingers again. As I continued fanning and chasing embers, I started to sweat and rubbed the beads off my forehead, leaving a black greasy smudge that I was unaware of.
When the fire had burned the logs into glowing beds of warmth, I turned my attention to feeding and building up the bedding in each stall. The grain was the easy part. I took the large forked shovel and walked it, heaping with straw to the closest stall. When I swung it into the air the shovel was empty and fallen straw made a path where I walked. I tried several times to use the shovel, finally setting it aside to grab heaping armfuls of straw to throw into the stalls. Donus looked at me like he was afraid, and Brimstone leaned against her stall door to watch me. The goats were unimpressed and laid down for a warm winter nap.
Next, I had to bring water for each of them and I pumped until my arm felt like it would fall off, but no water came out. I ran back into the barn when I could no longer feel my face and threw more logs into the pit after shoving the disk farther back to make room. In minutes the fire was blazing again, and I dashed to replace the cover and bat at the escaping embers. I picked up the matted hay I used for a fan and kept the fire going.
I was exhausted. I wondered how many hours I was out here but felt so happy I saved the animals. My body dropped to the ground and I leaned against the warm stones of the fire pit. It finally occurred to me why they built the sides up with two feet of stone. The fire made them hot so they would radiate heat for hours after. Very smart. The fire wasn’t shooting embers any longer, so I closed my eyes to rest for just a minute.
I heard the barn door open and Jamie calling me. I barely woke up when the door closed, and the shouting stopped. I leaned against the warm stone and closed my eyes. What seemed like seconds later Jamie was hoisting me up stammering about my black face.
“Are ye hurt Sassenach? Yer covered in soot, how did this happen?”
I was delighted to see him and smiled brightly causing Jamie to lose it completely. He bent over holding his stomach and every time he looked at me the laughter started anew. I wanted to show him all that I had done but he couldn’t stop laughing long enough.
“Well, while you wet yourself laughing at me, I’m going to get water.”
I grabbed a bucket and made for the door to try the pump again, but Jamie stopped me. He grabbed four buckets and filled them with snow, right outside the barn door, and then hung a bucket in each stall.
“That will melt straight away since ye got it so warm in here. Yer the most beautiful mess I have e’er seen, lass. Thank ye for takin charge today.”
I could see he was biting the inside of his cheek to stem his laughter and his eyes watered with the pain. I followed his gaze around the barn and saw the upended barrel, straw littered all over the floor, and straw sticking out of each stall. I glanced at my warm hands and recoiled in horror. They were black on both sides up to my forearm. I looked at Jamie while a whimper escaped, and I held my hands up.
“Come lass. Let’s get ye cleaned up.”
Jamie wrapped my multiple scarves around my face and neck and pulled my arm into the crook of his elbow like I might blow away. Strange since we were so close to the kitchen door. He checked the glowing logs and pulled the disk completely over the fire pit. When we closed the barn behind us, I started for the kitchen and felt Jamie pulling me in another direction. The snow was shooting into our faces from the wind and I was decidedly uncomfortable until he pulled me into the back door and down the steps to the room at the back of the house.
“It’s warm here because all the chimneys run down this wall.”
He pushed me to sit on the stairs and promised he would be right back. It might be warm, but it was also black as pitch and my comfort level had plummeted. Jamie was back in five minutes with a basket full of hot, wet towels and a hand mirror. He pulled me to the outside door and opened it long enough for me to see my black, sooty face. I started to giggle, especially when I smiled and my bright white teeth were suddenly visible. The more I looked the more I laughed, and Jamie was right with me.
Once composed, Jamie pulled the towels out and wiped them on my face and arms. We needed the door cracked for light, but he worked fast, dropping the black towels once they were used up. I was shaking from the contrasting cold coming through the door and the hot towels on my face and arms. My teeth started chattering and Jamie abandoned his mission to carry me upstairs. My cloak was removed and Misses Crook handed me a towel after towel, pointing to places I missed.
It all seemed to catch up with me. The laborious afternoon in the cold barn, heaving straw, moving the disk inch by inch, pumping the water, and then scraping the soot off my skin. Again, I was lifted into Jamie’s arms and carried upstairs. Each piece of clothing was carefully removed and dropped into a basket on the floor. Jamie looked me over, front and back, declaring me clean. I was never so grateful to be crawling into bed until I stopped, frozen mid-crawl, hearing Faith cry. I looked down at my dripping nipples knowing they were painfully engorged but lacking the strength to get Faith. Jamie was out the door, so I pressed into the bank of pillows he had stacked against the headboard. I felt Faith lay across my stomach and latch onto the closest nipple.
“Ye didna want to wake me Sassenach, so you used yer incredible brain to figure out the fire pit and how it worked, and incredible brawn to get the work done.”
He squeezed my sore muscles as he spoke until Faith grabbed his hand and pushed it away. She didn’t like to be disturbed when she was nursing, and Jamie and I laughed at her territorialism. Any other time she was her da’s girl but not now. Jamie leaned against the headboard and kissed my neck before pulling me with a suckling Faith against his chest.
“Close yer eyes my beauty and rest in my arms.”
I thought about what Jenny told me so long ago. It’s a beautiful life in this century with plenty of hard, backbreaking work, and an abundance of time to love and reflect. Our lives are full of genuine people who know who they are, and what their purpose is. I never hear anyone say ‘why am I here? What is my mission in life? How can I feel fulfilled? No one is board, no one is addicted, no one is depressed for no reason. When I tell Jamie about the future, he crinkles his brow over the internet and the television. The wonders of these distractions are lost on him. Rather, he can watch his daughter nurse for thirty minutes and never move a muscle.
Jamie powers through his day like he is on high octane fuel and then sits on a hay bale to talk with a tenant who needs his attention. He’s never short with them but gives his full attention and lets them talk until they choose to leave, then he goes back to his task. It’s amazing to watch because I have never seen the same in my century. I wish I could write a book about the staggering differences between the centuries. Maybe people would turn off their television and push away from the computer, spend more time with neighbors in helpful pursuits, spend more quiet time in their head so they quit looking outside themselves to define who they are. If it required returning to my own time to give this book to the people I wanted no part of it. My heart would burn for Scotland and this beautiful life. I could think of nothing I would risk going back for and settled into my nap feeling warm and loved.
In mid-February, I laid in the dark with Jamie and asked the question that burned daily in my brain; when do we leave for the new world? We spoke quietly and Jamie instructed me to pack a trunk for each of us and be ready to leave as soon as passage could be secured. I kissed him over and over again, crying with my relief. Murtagh would secure our passage and he was leaving for the docks the next day.
Jamie had an Aunt in North Carolina and he had received word from her that we were all welcome and she would pray us safe to our new home. I could see Jamie’s heart breaking and I held him to me as often as possible. He spent more time outside on the property and I would find him watching the sunset, alone, with his sadness. I told him we would come back after a time and regain our wonderful life atLallybroch. Sometimes it was enough to lift his spirits and sometimes it wasn’t.
Snow covered the land until late February, and I was finally able to get through the trail to the bottom of the gorge. I searched for the blue rock for as long as I dared before returning home disappointed. Murtagh made his third trip to the docks as he had been unsuccessful so far. Again he returned empty-handed and my worry was blooming into a continuous panic. All of the treasures from the house were buried in the priest hole and the trunks were packed and ready. The voyage to America was a dangerous journey with sickness and treachery. If a mother got sick during the passage; she was thrown over and her children followed. This added another layer of fear to my days. I didn’t care. I just wanted Jamie on a ship sailing away from Scotland and I hardly cared the direction.
Jamie visited each tenant’s home and spoke with the family about the coming war and what was likely to happen after. He left their homes with the women crying and the men pacing. It was very unpleasant, and he would cling to me that night and claim my body to help him forget.
One day in early March, Jamie kissed me and left for his chores. It was a lovely day and I dressed Faith in warm clothes, and we spent some time outside in the fresh air. I helped Misses Crook in the garden preparing for seed we would never see sprout and I worried like I did every day.
Once again, Murtagh returned with no passage booked for us and I excused myself to fall apart in our room. I cried until I noticed the light waning and ran to the window to look for Jamie. Where was he? It was long past his usual time to get home and the sun was setting fast. I paced in our room until Misses Crook knocked on the door.
“Should I hold dinner for the Laird, Misses?”
“No, let’s go ahead and eat. Leave the pot on the fire to stay warm for Jamie.”
I needed the feeling of normalcy tonight to keep my hysterics at bay. I will feel much better when I see my husband and then we start again tomorrow looking for a ship.
Murtagh had searched the fields for Jamie and came back freezing. I searched his eyes and he nodded side to side while I collapsed in a chair. Where are you, Jamie? Are you hurt? Please come home, I prayed. By ten o’clock there was no sign of Jamie and my tears were uncontrollable. I sent everyone to bed and stoked the fire so the house would be warm when Jamie came home.
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