If I Die," He Whispered In The

I Stood Still, Vision Blurring, And In That Moment, I Heard My Heart Break. It Was A Small, Clean Sound, Like The Snapping Of A Flower's Stem.

And When My Body Shall Cease, My Soul Will Still Be Yours, Claire? I Swear By My Hope Of Heaven, I Will Not Be Parted From You." The Wind Stirred The Leaves Of The Chestnut Trees Nearby, And The Scents Of Late Summer Rose Up Rich Around Us; Pine And Grass And Strawberries, Sun-warmed Stone And Cool Water, And The Sharp, Musky Smell Of His Body Next To Mine. "nothing Is Lost, Sassenach; Only Changed." "that's The First Law Of Thermodynamics," I Said, Wiping My Nose. "no," He Said. "that's Faith.

We Got Half The Doggone Mit College Of Engineering Here, And Nobody Who Can Fix A Doggone /television/?" Dr. Joseph Abernathy Glared Accusingly At The Clusters Of Young People Scattered Around His Living Room. That's /electrical/ Engineering, Pop," His Son Told Him Loftily. "we're All Mechanical Engineers. Ask A Mechanical Engineer To Fix Your Color Tv, That's Like Asking An Ob-gyn To Look At The Sore On Your Di-ow!" Oh, Sorry," Said His Father, Peering Blandly Over Gold-rimmed Glasses. "that Your Foot, Lenny?

I Meant It, Claire,' He Said Quietly. 'my Life Is Yours. And It's Yours To Decide What We Shall Do, Where We Go Next. To France, To Italy, Even Back To Scotland. My Heart Has Been Yours Since First I Saw Ye, And You've Held My Soul And Body Between Your Two Hands Here, And Kept Them Safe. We Shall Go As Ye Say.

It Would Ha' Been A Good Deal Easier, If Ye'd Only Been A Witch.