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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Feb 28, 2009 23:03:32 GMT -8
Jamie Fraser <Outlander>
"Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and ye say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand to me, wiping his eyes with the other.
"You're no verra sensible, Sassenach, but I like ye fine. Let's go."
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Feb 28, 2009 23:04:24 GMT -8
Jamie Fraser <Outlander>
"Cut her down!"
The hangers-on dropped away and the waves of the crowd parted before him as he strode forward. The locksman watched him come, standing gape-jawed and frozen.
"I said: cut her down. Now!" the locks man, freed from his trance by the apocalyptic vision of red haired death bearing down on him, stirred himself and fumbled hastily for his dirk. The rope, sawn through, let go with a shuddering snap and my arms dropped like bolsters, aching with released strain. I staggered and would have fallen, but a strong familiar hand caught my elbow and pulled me upright. Then my face was against Jamie's chest and nothing mattered to me anymore. I may have lost consciousness for a few moments, or only been so overcome with relief that it seemed that way, Jamie’s arm was hard around my waist holding me up, and his plaid had been thrown over me, hiding me at last from the stare of the villagers. There was a confusion of voices all around, but it was no longer the crazed and gleeful bloodlust of the mob. The voice of mutt-- or was it Jeff?-- cut through the confusion.
"Who are you? How dare you to interfere with the investigations of the court?" I could feel, rather than see, the crowd pushing forward. Jamie was large, and he was armed, but he was only one man. I cowered against him under the folds of the plaid. His right arm tightened around me, but his left went to the sheath on his hip. The silver blue blade hissed with menace as it came half out of its scabbard, and those in the fore-front of the crowd came to as sudden stop. The judges were made of somewhat tougher fabric. Peering out from my hiding place, I could see Jeff glaring at Jamie. Mutt appeared more bemused than annoyed at this sudden intrusion.
"Do you dare to draw arms against the justice of God?" snapped the tubby little judge. Jamie drew the sword completely with a flash of steel, then thrust it point first into the ground, leaving the hilt quivering with the force of the blow.
“I draw it in defense of this woman, and the truth," he said. "If any here be against those two, they'll answer to me, and then God, in that order."
The judge blinked once or twice, as though unable to credit this behavior, the surged to attack once more.
"You have no place in the workings of this court, sir; I’ll demand that you surrender the prisoner at once. Your own behavior will be dealt with presently."
Jamie looked the judges over, coolly. I could feel his heart hammering beneath my cheek as I clung to him, but his hands were rock steady; one resting on the hilt of his sword, the other on the dirk at his belt.
"As to that, sir, I swore an oath before the alter of God to protect this woman, and if you're telling me that you consider your own authority to be greater than that of The Almighty, then I must inform you that I’m no of that opinion myself."
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Feb 28, 2009 23:07:46 GMT -8
Jamie Fraser <Outlander; Chapter 25: Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live - Pages 563-564>
"I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday," he said softly. "Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away." He shook his head, still gazing up the hill, a faraway look in his eyes.
"I said 'Lord, if I've never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.'" He pulled his eyes away from the cottage and smiled briefly at me.
"Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach."
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Feb 28, 2009 23:09:21 GMT -8
Claire, Jamie, Ian <Outlander; Chapter 29: More Honesty - Page 616 >
"Let's see," I said counting on my fingers. "According to you, Frasers are stubborn, Campbells are sneaky, MacKenzies are charming but sly, and Grahams are stupid. What's the Murrays' distinguishing characteristics?"
"Ye can count on them in a fight," said Jamie and Ian together, then laughed.
"Ye can too," said Jamie recovering. "You just hope they're on your side." And both men went off into fits again.
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Sept 17, 2009 15:45:34 GMT -8
<Jamie Fraser - The Fiery Cross; last paragraphs of the book>
Jamie's hand still lay on mine. It tightened a little, and I glanced at him, but his eyes were still fixed somewhere past the dooryard; past the mountains, and the distant clouds. His grip tightened further, and I felt the edges of my ring press into my flesh.
"When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'--ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."
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