To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.

Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff.

"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back.