Character: Jamie Fraser. Page 1

- Yes, my boy, you are extremely courteous. I am flattered by your high assessment of my capabilities: you think that after this turmoil I can not only hug the pillow, but also your aunt. Thanks. But I think that she will not be offended, - he winked at me, - if you sleep in our room. Do not be afraid, you will not embarrass us.

Jamie saw it in me. And now I knew why. And Frank did not notice at all. And I knew why, too.

- Who are you, Englishwoman? You are my wife. Be that as it may, you are my wife and it will always be so as long as I live. Whatever name you carry.

- I haven't been scared for so long. I was not afraid for myself. And now I'm afraid again, because I have something to lose again.

- What are you talking about! - Jamie looked at me with condemnation. - Don't worry about you? Yes? Tell me how I can not worry when you are waiting for breakfast in bed in the morning, and an hour later you are sitting in a transparent shirt covered in blood and holding a corpse on your knees! And now you are generally naked and those fifteen, instead of doing alcohol, gossip about what kind of whore I dug up. What should I tell them?

- If I don't mind! Englishwoman, you finally understand ... When I looked at you naked, when I touched you and realized that you hadn’t dreamed of me ... I can’t even explain what became of me then. And now you say that I can be against it. How can I drive you away when I find you again? ..

“You, too, have the scars of your battles,” he said quietly. - And I have mine. It is necessary, even though it hurts.

Jamie.

Unwinding the blood-stained handkerchief, I pressed my wounded hand against his arm. our fingers intertwined. The blood was warm and sticky – it hadn't curled between our palms yet.
"Blood from my blood," I whispered.
- ... and flesh from my flesh, he said quietly.
None of us dared to ubody the last words of the oath: "... until death separates us." The words spoken hung in pain between us. Jamie smiled bitterly.
"And even longer," he said firmly and pulled him back to him.

- God, I tell him: you gave me an amazing woman, and, oh God, I loved her very much.

“Yes, I would,” he said, “but I didn’t carry your child.

“Yes, I would,” he said, “but I didn’t carry your child.

“I know,” he said quietly. And while you sleep, let me tell you about my love. Because when you wake up, I can't say anything - I'm afraid that all my words will seem empty and stupid to you. But when you fall asleep in my arms, your dreams will tell you that I am telling the truth. Sleep, my love.

- That's the only chance! Dougal hissed back. - Give it to them in exchange for our freedom! They won't touch her if they think she's our captive, and then we'll bring her back if we stay alive!
I came out of my hiding place, walked over to Jamie and grabbed him by the sleeve.
- Do it! - Hurriedly said I. - Dugal is right, this is the only chance!
He looked at me helplessly, his face distorted with anger and horror, but something resembling a grin flashed in his eyes - he understood the irony of this situation.
"After all, I'm English," I remarked.
With a gentle smile, he patted me on the face.
- Yes, but you're my Englishwoman.