And then…as the war goes on, well…it might happen that a wee gang might be of use here or there.” This last was added in such a casual manner that I sat up straight and gave him a narrow look. “A gang? You want to start a gang?” He looked surprised at that. “Aye. Had ye not heard that word before, Sassenach?” “I have,” I said, and sipped from the cup of wine, in hopes of inducing calm. “But I didn’t think you would have.” “Well, of course I have,” he said, lifting a brow at me. “It’s a Scottish word, no?” “It is?” “Aye. It’s just the men ye gang oot with, Sassenach. Slàinte.” He took the cup
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