OUTLANDER SEASON 3 EPISODE 3: “All Debts Paid”
I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care. That is emptiness, but no great burden.
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OUTLANDER SEASON 3 EPISODE 3: “All Debts Paid”
I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care. That is emptiness, but no great burden.
Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair.
Quarry’s voice spoke in Grey’s memory.
He was not; he recognized them at once
in the depths of Fraser’s eyes.
~ Voyager, Diana Gabaldon
When I finally found it, I nearly flipped right past it. I had not been reading the names carefully, but only skimming the pages for the letter “J.” “John, Joseph, Jacques, James.” There were James Edward, James Alan, James Walter, ad infinitum. Then it was there, the writing small and precise across the page: “Jms. MacKenzie Fraser, of Brock Turac.”
My finger traced the line of ink. The person who had written that line had seen Jamie—perhaps had written this with Jamie standing in front of him. The date at the top of the page was May 16, 1753. It had been close to this time of year, then. I could imagine how the air had been, chilly and fresh, with the rare spring sun across his shoulders, lighting sparks in his hair.
~ Voyager, Diana Gabaldon x
“Who is she?” Jamie asked. His heart had sprung up and choked him at Duncan’s words, and it beat madly as he asked. “The white witch—who is she?”
“She seeks a brave man. A MacKenzie, it is for Himself. MacKenzie. It is theirs, she says it, for the sake of him who is dead.”
“Who is the witch?” Jamie asked again. The word Duncan used was ban-druidh—a witch, a wisewoman, a white lady. They had called his wife that, once. Claire—his own white lady. He squeezed Duncan’s hand tight in his own, willing him to keep his senses.
“Who?” he said again. “Who is the witch?”
~ Voyager, Diana Gabaldon