Diana Gabaldon. Stranger (№ 394756)

I again sat in the saddle in front of him, my horse we were about. I thanked Jamie for the help. He shrugged off my gratitude:
- Not at all, lady!
But for you it was risky, I said. - Unfortunately, I did not realize that endanger you your request.
- Ah! - he said it, but a minute later added with a short laugh: - Oh, do not you think me less brave than a little English miss?
Twilight descended, and Jamie let the horses trot. We hardly spoke on the way, and when he reached the castle, he left me short: "good night, Mrs. English!" But I felt that was the beginning of friendship is much deeper than that, which is limited to the light-hearted chit-chat under the Apple trees.