Only you,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him. “To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie–and yet ye love me.
Every legend has one foot on the truth.
Your face is my heart
If ye loved him, he must ha’ been a good man.’
‘Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.
All right. Go and find them. I’ll come in the morning-at first light. Meet me where I found you, all right?
For in one stroke, I am become a gentleman of leisure, non?
Our lovemaking was always risk and promise-for if he held my life in his hands when he lay with me, I held his soul, and knew it.
the wards. They may assist with the distribution
The Crown doesna always pick the wrong man to hang, Sassenach,” he said. “More often than not, the man on the end of a rope deserves to be there. And I shouldna like to think I’ve helped a villain to go free.
The night was cold, and very quiet, as though we were the only two souls in the world.