Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
28th Jan 2013 from Twitlonger
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They bloody could hang him. Howe had done just that to a Continental captain named Hale, only a year before, when Hale was caught gathering intelligence while dressed as a civilian, and the rebels would like nothing better than a chance to retaliate. William had been present, both at Hale’s arrest and his execution, and had given Grey a brief account of the matter, shocking in its starkness.
_William_. Jesus, William! Caught up in the immediacy of the situation, he had had barely a thought to spare for his son. He and Fraser had absquatulated onto the roof and down a drain-pipe, leaving William, clearly reeling with the shock of revelation, alone in the upstairs hallway.
No. No, not alone. Claire had been there, and the thought of her steadied him a bit. She would have been able to talk to Willie, calm him, explain…well, possibly not explain, and possibly not calm, either--but at least if Grey was hanged in the next few minutes, William wouldn’t be left to face things entirely alone.