Character: Jamie Fraser. Page 3

- No. - he smiled. - Since we will have to keep this oath to the end, until her very last word.

- Wouldn't you risk your dick? I asked jokingly. - By the way, I heard how this part of your body is sometimes called Peter. And the Yankees for some reason known only to them - Dick. Once I called one patient who teased me all the time, Clever Dick, so the poor fellow's stitches almost parted from laughter.

For a moment he managed to free himself from Annalise's tenacious hands, and he whispered in my ear:
- If I find you in one of these alcoovs, an Englishwoman, a man with whom you will be there, consider, dead. As for you...
His hand unconsciously reached for the sword hanging from his belt.
"Oh no, it won't come out," I objected, "You swore on your dagger that you would never beat me again. What, then, is the price of your vows, um?
He chuckled through force:
- Nope. I will not beat you, at least not in the way I would like.

"If you care so much about the Scottish Highlanders," Jamie said dryly, handing him a copy of the order, "then you should know that in those parts it is difficult to find two people who hold the same views on anything, except, perhaps, the color of the sky overhead. And on this occasion sometimes disputes flare up.

- How is it? he remarked absently. “If that’s true, then you’re the first Scotsman in my life who’s not interested in her.”

Yes, this is France. Food, wine and women.

Damn small distance between justice and cruelty...

I myself can stand the pain, its own, but could not bear yours. This required a lot more effort than I have.

- But there was still another reason. The most important one.
- Drive? - stupid I asked.
- Why I married you.
- What is the reason?
I never imagined I would hear. Further disclosure of complex family matters and relationships. But what he said just struck me.
- I wanted you. he turned to face me. More than anything in my entire life, ' he added quietly.
I stared at him. What I did not expect. He quietly continued:
When I asked my dad how do I know if it's a woman, he replied that the hour comes - and I have no doubt. And they were not. When I woke up in the dark under a tree on the road to Leoch, and you sat on my chest and cursed me for what I'm losing blood, I said to myself, "Jamie Fraser, even though you don't know, looks like this woman, even though she weighs like a good horse, but is it the most".

- How did you know? asked Hamish.
- Know what?
- What is the lady you need to marry, impatiently said the boy.
- Oh that! Jamie leaned back and leaned back against the wall, his hands behind his head. You see, I was once asked about my father. He said to me, you know. And if you do not know, so it's not the same girl.

The bravest are those who clearly sees what lies ahead - and the glory, and danger, and yet meet them.

- You want revenge do?
- It inhibits the oath. It is impossible to kill, even for the sake of their salvation. But for her, ready to kill me.
- I.
And I, my lady.

- Oh, Jamie, I fucking love you!
And then it was his turn to laugh. He was bent almost in half, and then sat on the curb, overwhelmed with joy. Slow motion leaned back and lay down in the tall grass, gasping and squealing with laughter.
- What's wrong with you? - I stared at him.
After a laugh, he sat up and wiped his eyes. Breathing rapidly, he shook his head.
- Murtagh was right about women. Anglichanok for you I risked my life, I committed theft, arson and assault, and even killed a man. As a reward you will swear to me, humiliating my manhood kicked in the balls and scratched my face. Then I beat you half to death and told you about the most humiliating things for me, what ever happened to me, and you say you love me.

In twenty-three years easier to endure a massacre than a public spanking at sixteen. Wounded pride causes the big meal, and at that age especially.