“You haven’t any hesitation about this?” I said to Jamie. “I mean—after all, he is a dog.” He gave me an eye and a moody shrug. “Aye, well. I’ve known battles fought for worse reasons. And since this time yesterday, I’ve committed piracy, mutiny, and murder. I may as well add treason and make a day of it.” “Besides, Auntie,” Ian said reprovingly, “he’s a good dog.”
