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Harmless As A Setting Dove," He Agreed. "i'm Too Hungry To Be A Threat To Anything But Breakfast. Let A Stray Bannock Come Within Reach, Though, And I'll No Answer For The Consequences.

There Are Things That I Canna Tell You, At Least Not Yet. And I'll Ask Nothing Of Ye That Ye Canna Give Me. But What I Would Ask Of Ye---when You Do Tell Me Something, Let It Be The Truth. And I'll Promise Ye The Same. We Have Nothing Now Between Us, Save---respect, Perhaps. And I Think That Respect Has Maybe Room For Secrets, But Not For Lies. Do Ye Agree?

When I Asked My Da How Ye Knew Which Was The Right Woman, He Told Me When The Time Came, I'd Have No Doubt. And I Didn't. When I Woke In The Dark Under That Tree On The Road To Leoch, With You Sitting On My Chest, Cursing Me For Bleeding To Death, I Said To Myself 'jamie Fraser, For All Ye Canna See What She Looks Like, And For All She Weights As Much As A Good Draft Horse, This Is The Woman.

And I Mean To Hear Ye Groan Like That Again. And To Moan And Sob, Even Though You Dinna Wish To, For Ye Canna Help It. I Mean To Make You Sigh As Though Your Heart Would Break, And Scream With The Wanting, And At Last To Cry Out In My Arms, And I Shall Know That I've Served Ye Well.

But Just Then, For That Fraction Of Time, It Seems As Though All Things Are Possible. You Can Look Across The Limitations Of Your Own Life, And See That They Are Really Nothing. In That Moment When Time Stops, It Is As Though You Know You Could Undertake Any Venture, Complete It And Come Back To Yourself, To Find The World Unchanged, And Everything Just As You Left It A Moment Before. And It's As Though Knowing That Everything Is Possible, Suddenly Nothing Is Necessary.