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Social prejudice is a strong force, but no match for simple competence when skill is in urgent demand and short supply.
‘You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach,’ he said quietly. ‘So long as ye love me.’ His head tilted forward and he gently kissed my clasped hands. ‘And feed me,’ he added, releasing them. ‘Oh, womanly sympathy, love and food?’ I said, laughing. ‘Don’t want a lot, do you?’
You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.
‘I will find you,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you – then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.’ His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. ‘Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.’
